Kim Possible: Mother and Son

(A/N: Fourth up today, last chapter. Warning, this chapter does contain violence, more so than usual, and deals with some slightly more mature themes. Not overly mature and it's not ridiculously graphic, but just so you have a heads up. As I've said, I have no actual OC's. The guy in this chapter is from the Kim Possible episode where Drakken uses a Brain Switch machine. I forget the name of it. Anyway, he's one of the two bullies in D-Hall, (not the ones Kim befriended), and he's the bigger one of the duo. I just put a name to the face. I couldn't very well write this chapter saying 'he' or 'the bully' all the way through. It would lose quite a bit.)

Attacked

"Looking good, Fukushima. Loving your choice in clothes. They definitely suit you," Kim remarked as the group walked down the street.

"Oh please. The guy looks like some Japanese gangster. What with the sunglasses and the coat accenting his every muscle and the ponytail… I almost expect a police officer to call us over and arrest him," Monique said. A passing woman whistled at Fukushima and Monique swiftly waylaid her, saying warningly, "Back off girl, he's ours." The woman hurried away and Monique returned to the others looking put out.

Fukushima chuckled. "So protective, tigress," he murmured.

"Stop using pet names on me!" Monique shot.

"For now, Monique," Fukushima replied.

ES

Amelia stood at the door looking annoyed. Her visitor was not someone she'd ever wanted to see again. She held Hana tightly in her arms but refused to allow him entrance. "Get out," she ordered.

"Amelia, babe, come on. I said I was sorry," he insisted.

"Get out, Dirge!" she shouted, trying to push the door closed. He put his foot in it, though, and shoved it open again, pushing his way inside and forcing her roughly back. Amelia tensed and gasped as she was shoved down onto her couch. She looked up at her 'guest' in shock.

"Who's the daddy?" he questioned, glaring at Hana.

"I'm babysitting her for a friend," Amelia replied, standing quickly. Dirge shoved her back down again, though, this time a little rougher. "Leave me alone!" Amelia ordered, rolling out of his way as he tried to sit next to her. She quickly stood and walked swiftly upstairs, shutting doors behind her and wishing she'd been more proactive in getting locks for them. She entered the room she'd prepared for Hana, the one with a lock, and slammed it. She bolted the door. Tears in her eyes she crossed quickly to the crib, kissed the infant, who was whimpering in fear and uncertainty now, and laid her down.

"Mam kie?" Hana cried out.

"Crying? No honey, I'm not crying," Amelia replied to the infant, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry sweetheart. Just… I have some bad blood with him." The door was pounded on roughly, making Amelia jump and gasp.

"Amelia, come out here right now! If I have to break down this door, the baby's going to get it as bad as you will!" he called.

"How dare you threaten me? I'm calling the police!" Amelia shot angrily. Hana began to cry. She turned quickly and whispered, "Hush, baby, hush. It's okay. It's all right. We'll be fine, I promise. You'll be fine. Gods, I was so stupid in high school. Shallow enough to actually, ugh, date that jerk. Don't look at me like that. He had money and that was really all I cared about. He certainly didn't have the looks. He used to hang in D-Hall with his friend. They always picked on your big brother Ron and took his money. They weren't detention boys, but they had that hallway in the palm of their hand. You have any idea how many losers suffered at their hands?" Hana gurgled and made noises. She wasn't wailing anymore, but tears were still spilling from the baby's eyes. They probably matched her own. "Yeah. A lot."

KP

The door was suddenly banged on. Amelia gasped and quickly grabbed a phone. Oh no, it was a portable, and it was dead. Just her luck, she didn't have her cell phone, and this would never charge in time to do any good. She bit her lip and almost sobbed. She bent and kissed Hana. She sang softly to her, a haunting melody she'd learned on the piano when she was taking lessons. "Dolly dear, Sandman's near. You will soon be sleeping," she sang. Hana cooed at the short tune's end and Amelia smiled, saying, "Sleep, baby, sleep. I'll try to calm him down. I'll be back soon."

Hana began to scream and wail as Amelia approached the door. "Shut that brat up, Amelia!" Dirge roared. Hana screamed louder.

"Please, Hana, be quiet," she begged the infant. Almost as if she sensed the danger they were in, Hana's sobs died to whimpers. "All right, I'm coming out! Just leave the baby alone."

"Three seconds, Amelia! One, two…" Dirge began.

Amelia swiftly pulled open the door, slipped out, and locked it behind her before Dirge could even think to try and shove into the room. She stood boldly in front of the door and glared furiously at her guest with tears in her blazing and defiant eyes. "I don't want to talk to you," she said.

"You'll talk to me whether you like it or not!" Dirge yelled, grabbing her arms roughly and violently shaking her. She cried out in pain as her head struck the door. Hana began to scream and cry from inside.

"Let me go!" Amelia screamed at Dirge, shoving him away and running from him. She had to get somewhere safe in the house, because she certainly wouldn't leave the infant alone in here. She had to call the police!

KP

Amelia slid down the stair railing and leapt off at the bottom floor. Dirge was roaring her name furiously and shouting violent and deadly threats. Amelia grabbed a phone from the cradle and swiftly dialled 911. "911, what is your emergency?" the lady on the other end said.

"I need police assistance now! My ex-boyfriend is here uttering threats and chasing me!" Amelia desperately exclaimed. She screamed as the phone was torn from her hand and crushed in Drige's hand. Amelia cried out in pain as he struck her violently, knocking her to the ground. The police would be on their way immediately, she knew. She could only hope they arrived in time.

Roughly Dirge pulled her up and shoved her painfully into her bathroom. She struggled desperately. "You little witch! You think you can get away with that? Think again!" he shouted.

"Let me go!" she screamed, struggling. He punched her viciously. She cried out in pain and felt a painful crack as her head hit the marble floor. "Help! Help me!" she shrieked desperately, trying to fight him off. Violently the guy began to pound her until she was sobbing helplessly, hardly able to find the strength to fight back.

KP

"We're here," Kim said, pointing at Amelia's house. "Hana will be so psyched to see you two again."

"What means this psyched?" Fukushima wondered. Yori and Hirotaka looked just as lost.

"Psyched? What does it mean? You know, it means psyched…? Excited, happy, hardly able to contain herself," Ron explained, trying to make it make sense.

"I believe we have the idea," Yori said.

"I will scout ahead to ensure there is no danger," Hirotaka said.

"Right. We'll look around and make sure no one followed us," Monique agreed. The ninjas bowed in agreement and they all split up.

KP

Hirotaka silently approached the window to Hana's room. He wanted to check on her first. His smile fell, however, when he heard her screaming and wailing inside. He gasped. "Hana!" he exclaimed, leaping up the tree nimbly then jumping to the roof. He quickly threw open the window and swung inside. Furiously he looked around, ready for any attack, but there was no one there. His baby sister, however, was still shrieking. "Hana!" he exclaimed again, quickly crossing to her. He scooped the infant up in his arms. Where was Amelia? Why wasn't she responding to the baby's screams?

Softly Hirotaka cooed to her in Japanese, "It is all right, sister, it is all right. I am here. I am here. Where is your caregiver? Why are you weeping so? Hush, baby sister, hush."

Hana calmed down, whimpering and sobbing quietly, reaching for her brother's face. It was then that Hirotaka heard the screams for help and the sounds of a struggle. He stiffened and gasped. Someone was in the house, and that someone was after Amelia, possibly even Hana! "No," Hirotaka breathed. He kissed Hana and laid her quickly down. She was safe in this room. He raced from the baby's bedroom and looked around in alarm. He would call Amelia's name, except he didn't know what he was dealing with.

He listened. She'd stopped screaming for help. Oh gods, that was never a good sign. He raced downstairs as quickly as he could. He heard only sobbing now, and pleading. Her voice was weak, though, as if she were being strangled or as if her throat had been crushed so she could hardly speak. "No, no, no!" she suddenly managed to scream out. He heard a fist connecting to flesh, heard her sob, and heard struggling again.

"Shut up you little…" a man's voice began. He heard the last word and his blood boiled. Whatever man had come for her would not live to see another day if he had done anything to dishonor his friend. Hirotaka leapt forward, charging towards what he now saw, in horror, to be the bathroom door!

KP

Amelia was choked off again by her ex's meaty hands closing tightly on her throat. She felt like passing out. He was fumbling with her clothing, though, and she knew what would happen to her if she simply gave up and let him do what he would. That was when she screamed, "No, no, no!" She began to fight back, clawing at his eyes desperately. He struck her viciously and told her to shut up. Oh gods, have mercy on her. He'd torn open her blouse but she wouldn't give up, she wouldn't! But her hands were slipping from his wrists as she began losing consciousness. Not like this, please not like this. He struck her and she lay still, hardly aware of her own body, trying to control it but unable to. He was stripping her. Oh gods no. She tried to struggle again but only received another blow for her troubles.

All at once the door flew open and her attacker was ripped from her and literally flung backwards out of the room! She coughed painfully, gasping for air, and looked up at who her savior had been. Her eyes widened. "Hirotaka," she breathed.

The ninja sharply looked down at her, eyes concerned and afraid. They became disgusted and filled with fury as he spun to face Dirge, his body quaking in unbridled anger. If not for his ninja training, she knew full well her attacker wouldn't be alive right now. "Leave this house," Hirotaka icily articulated.

The shocked attacker's eyes narrowed. He scowled and stood up. "You're going to pick a fight with me? That witch is getting what's coming to her."

"You have dishonored not only yourself, but also this house and sanctuary. You have dishonored me, and most importantly you have dishonored her," Hirotaka growled, fists shaking. "I do not seek out violence, for there is enough of it in the world, but if you do not get out, you will pay the consequences."

"You that baby's daddy? What if I went after her?" the enemy sneered.

Hirotaka glanced back at the sobbing Amelia, painfully pulling herself to a sitting position and leaning weakly against her tub, covering herself and shamefully trying to hide the bruises and bleeding from him. Hirotaka's eyes lit up in wrath, a scowl darkening his features. He faced his enemy directly and flatly replied, "If you dare to make one threatening move towards Hana, or towards Amelia, you will die."

"Oh really? How you gonna do that little man?" Dirge asked, shoving Hirotaka back. Rather, trying to.

KP

Hirotaka seized the intruder's wrist and violently spun him around. With a single movement he heard a satisfying snap. The man cried out in pain and Hirotaka kicked him to the ground. The shocked Dirge turned around in horror and scrambled back from the aggravated stranger. "What are you, some kind of ninja?" Dirge demanded.

Hirotaka smirked, answering, "One of the best." He seized the much bigger man and dragged him up, spinning him and tossing him over his head. Dirge leapt up and tried to attack. Hirotaka swiftly spun and delivered a quick sequence of vicious kicks to his opposers ribs. He was perhaps a little too enthusiastic to hear the snaps, in fact it was slightly frightening, but he wasn't about to stop. Dirge was gasping for breath. He paled, looking at Hirotaka in horror. Without a word Hirotaka pulled out two simple kunai.

"Gardening tools?" Dirge dared taunt.

"For normal purposes, yes, but in the hands of a ninja, something much more deadly," Hirotaka growled. He went in for an attack, but suddenly two sais were blocking his own weapons. He gasped and started, seeing Fukushima blocking his coup de gras. "Fukushima!" Hirotaka exclaimed in shock.

"Hirotaka, stop!" Kim's voice urgently called out. Hirotaka started and looked up at the others who had finally arrived, each one of them shocked beyond belief. Ron held Hana tightly, gaping in awe. Yori looked ready to leap ahead in a moment.

"Hiro, dude, can't you hear the police sirens? If you'd killed that guy, you'd be up on trial for murder!" Monique exclaimed.

"I would simply plead self-defense," Hirotaka said, glaring at the attacker. Nonetheless he backed off, almost grateful for Fukushima's intervention. "Forgive my loss of control, but I had little choice. He was attacking Amelia." Quickly Hirotaka turned and went to the bathroom. The others followed, after Kim ensured Dirge wouldn't be going anywhere. They gasped on seeing the condition Amelia was in, hardly conscious, bleeding, bruised, and half naked!

KP

"Oh gods…" Monique breathed, covering her mouth.

"Amelia!" Kim exclaimed. She went to race to the girl, but Ron held her back, shaking his head in warning. To approach her in this state would be a bad idea. Hana was screaming and sobbing, reaching for her protector.

Amelia's eyes flickered open and fell on Hirotaka. "Thank you," she breathed. "I was… was afraid no one would come."

"I have come, and I will not leave. Not for some time," he replied, gently cupping her cheek. She nodded, cringed in pain, then became limp. He picked her up in his arms and positioned her so that it rested against his shoulder.

"She is in dire need of medical attention," Yori gravely declared.

"No kidding," Monique replied.

KP

"Bonnie and Tara are staying with Amelia. She's fine," Monique assured Hirotaka as she, Kim, and Yori came down from Amelia's bedroom.

"And you, my friend, are now a mysterious superhero figure known only as the Ninja," Fukushima said, showing Hirotaka the papers. Hirotaka was hardly fazed by the news, anger burning in him and guilt tearing him up. He knew, of course, that he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it, but still.

The ninjas couldn't be seen, so as soon as the police had come the three had vanished leaving Kim, Ron, and Monique to fill them in. They didn't take the credit for the capture but they didn't tell anything about the Yamanouchi students either. But the attacker, Dirge, had kept muttering something about a ninja. It hadn't helped that, as Amelia was regaining consciousness in the hospital, Bonnie and Tara at her side and in tears—the three girls were very close, you see—she had murmured something about a ninja savior. Hence the title the Ninja that was going viral and very quickly.

"You could not have done any more than you did, brother," Yori assured gently.

"It does not lessen the guilt I feel," Hirotaka replied, hardly caring about such nonsensical titles that the media came up with for unknown heroes.

"She owes you her life, dude. Lighten up," Ron said. Hirotaka smirked and looked worriedly towards the stairs.

"You might not want to betray your identity just now, Ninja," Kim teased.

"Imagine how many people would be upon you then," Fukushima said. Hirotaka chuckled.

"What of Hana?" he asked.

"Bonnie and Tara can help take care of her. They'll probably be sticking around to help Amelia," Kim said.

"Believe it or not, Bonnie has grown up, if only a little," Monique said.

KP

"Dr. D! Drakken!" Shego called out, holding a newspaper in her hand. Where was that man?

"Nrrgh, Shego, what now?" Drakken asked, lowering himself down from the roof with his vines.

"I still can't believe how quickly you managed to control those vines," Shego said, honestly amazed.

"I know," Drakken enthused. "Flower Power rules!"

"Yeah, don't push it," Shego warned, frowning unimpressed. "Take a look at this."

Drakken took the paper and read it. "The Ninja? Who's The Ninja?"

"That's the thing, no one knows. But I'm willing to bet it's one of the Yamanouchi students," Shego hinted.

"Yamanouchi? But why would they be back here?" Drakken asked.

"Because the weapon is here, and they're on high alert for Team Drakken. Dr. D, you're making a name for yourself in villain circles, along with Monkey Boy and the Rogue Golfer. Even DNAmy and I are feeling the effects," Shego veritably purred.

"You're not getting a raise," Drakken said. Shego started and frowned, unimpressed. Drakken read over the paper again. "Hmm, you know, this might work to our advantage."

"You have a plan?" Shego asked. He was getting a lot more of the recently, and a much higher percentage of his ideas were actually working. She was impressed, she had to admit, though she hated to.

"Not yet. Let's see what Team Possible's next move is. The Cheer Squad may get a little too high and mighty for their own good.

"And when they make a mistake…" Shego began.

"We move," Drakken finished. Evilly he laughed.