Kim Possible: The Trouble With Moodulators

(A/N: Fifth up today and last chapter, wrapping things up. Not the best way to end, but it had to end somewhere.)

Clemency

Killigan returned to his fellow villains, forcing back the feelings of guilt he was getting for the incredibly unfair sneak attack on the ninja, but the boy had it coming… Didn't he? Killigan knelt next to a terrified Drakken. "Will he make it?" Duff asked.

"I tried," Drakken replied as Nane buried her face in her hands, sobbing. Senior knelt next to her, pulling her near.

"Tried…? Does tha' mean…?" Killigan began.

"I don't know," Drakken answered. "I've done everything I can think of. He just… nrrgh, the defiant pest refuses to wake up."

"There's got t' be some Mystical Monkey Deity who cares somethin' far him. He's only the most devoted servant they've probably ever had. And esn't he supposed t' be the destined Yono?" Killigan replied, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"What did you do to Hirotaka?" Amy questioned him.

Killigan cringed then replied, "He has about as much of a chance at survival as Monkey Boy does."

"Yeah, right," Shego absently said, really not liking this situation. After a moment she said, "Dr. D, have you thought about maybe, ooh, I don't know, asking the Japanese god that likes you to help out!?"

"Shego, who exactly do you think I've been muttering to?" Drakken asked. Shego started and blinked at her boss. He'd been calling on gods… She looked down uncertainly. What if they didn't answer?

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"Oh my," Senior suddenly said. The others looked at him. He was looking down at Monkey Fist, eyes wide. They quickly looked and gasped! A red glow was surrounding the British Lord, raising him up into the air.

"Monty," Nane gasped, trying to move.

Senior held her back, saying, "Senora, wait. Something is happening."

Monkey Fist's eyes suddenly shot open as he gasped and gave a monkey shriek of pain. The glow burned quickly, and in front of the shocked eyes of his allies, the gaping wounds were closing up! Monkey Fist looked sharply up from the injuries, once more aware of his surroundings, and met the eyes of his friends, obviously stunned.

"What's happening?!" Drakken demanded.

"I think his Monkey Powers are… are healing him," Amy said.

"But according to the scrolls, they can do no such thing unless the gods themselves allow it to occur," Drakken protested.

Duff's eyes widened. "Then there es some deity lookin' favorably upon the laddie… Or you, Drew," he said in awe. Drakken gasped.

Just then Monkey Fist was dropped from the air and landed in a crouching pose, gasping for breath. He looked sharply up at his allies, eyes blazing. "Where are the Yamanouchi brats?" he growled lowly and dangerously.

KP

Back in the Haunted House, the others had arrived on the scene and were observing it from afar, each one of them almost in tears… Including Sensei. "He-he was breaking free," Fukushima weakly said to the old man.

"I believe you," Sensei softly reassured, placing a hand comfortingly on Fukushima's shoulder.

"I-I should have been more ready. I should have been faster," Fukushima sobbed.

"You did all you could in your injured state," Sensei said.

"And it wasn't enough to save him," Fukushima said. He had failed his friend where Hirotaka hadn't failed him, and it hurt more than anything ever had.

"He is not gone," Yori denied desperately, some part of her hoping that if she kept denying Hirotaka was near death, he would recover.

All at once there were presences surrounding them. The heroes looked up with gasps. The villains had arrived! "You aren't going near him!" Kim angrily screamed, quickly blocking their access to Hirotaka.

"You… you murdered him," Ron said, gazing at Killigan in disbelief.

"He's not dead yet, boy," Monkey Fist's voice suddenly said from above. They all gasped and looked up. All at once the British Lord leapt down from the roof.

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"Monkey Fist…" Yori breathed, hardly daring to believe her eyes. He was alive. How?

"This isn't fair! Monkey Man lived, so why won't Hirotaka recover?!" Monique demanded.

"Who says he won't?" Monkey Fist grumbled. Without any qualms he walked up to Hirotaka and looked down on him. "Tell me, Yori, how far did he go?" Monkey Fist asked, and Yori knew exactly what he meant.

"He did nothing to me," she answered quietly.

"Pity. I was hoping for a reason to avoid this bother," Monkey Fist said, kneeling next to Hirotaka. "Nothing will happen to you, ninja. Not yet," he murmured to the young man's body. He called out his powers and placed his hand over the wound suddenly. The others gasped, watching in awe and shock as it began to heal!

"I can heal people?" Ron demanded.

With an exasperated sigh, Monkey Fist answered, "Only if there is some deity who smiles favorably at your target. Only through the blessing of the immortals will this power work."

"I did not ask for their pity," Hirotaka suddenly growled lowly.

The others all turned quickly to him. "Hirotaka!" Yori screamed, falling onto her brother and hugging him tightly. Amelia gasped and fell upon him, kissing his lips. In less than a moment he was swarmed by the others.

The villains pulled back, cringing. Monkey Fist scrambled desperately out of the group of heroes and retreated to his villain friends, looking appalled. Just then he noticed Yori, standing away from the others and gazing at him, eyes filled with relief and gratefulness. He blinked and looked down quickly, scoffing.

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Monkey Fist took up the rear as he and his friends made their way through the abandoned fairground. Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder. He gasped and spun, ready to fight, but whoever was behind him easily deflected the blow he delivered. He stiffened when the scent of Lotus blossoms washed over him. "Yori… What do you want?" Monkey Fist demanded, knowing exactly who was behind him.

"I wish only to express the depths of my gratitude. And to know why you spared my brother," she replied. She was quite pretty in the silver moonlight, he realized before instantly kicking himself.

"I spared your brother because in all honesty, I was impressed with his ability. By some miracle he managed to best and almost kill me," Monkey Fist replied.

"He will not be the one to kill you," Yori said quietly, looking down.

"Hah! No one will," Monkey Fist replied, starting to walk away.

"I will," she answered.

He paused, eyes widening. After a moment he turned. "What?" he asked, icily.

She looked up at him forlornly, saying, "No other among mortals will kill you. Except me… It is my destiny."

Monkey Fist's lips slowly parted. He wasn't sure how to react to that. Finally he closed his mouth and looked down. After a moment he looked back up, warning, "When the time comes, I will not be an easy target."

"I hope now more than ever that I fail," she answered, bowing to him. Quickly she left.

"Monkey Fist!" Shego sharply called. Monkey Fist cringed and hurried to catch up to the others.

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Monkey Fist wasn't entirely sure why Sensei had bothered to find him. He was perched in a tree branch at the time, waiting for things to get organized down below with the others so they could leave this blasted place. He didn't really want to question Sensei's motives at the moment either. The old man wasn't his concern or his problem; at least, not as long as he refrained from attacking the peacekeeping master. "I assume you've come to find me for good reason?" Monkey Fist remarked.

"Must there always be reason, child?" Sensei asked, because compared to him, Monkey Fist was hardly more than a child.

Monkey Fist curtly answered, "Yes."

"What was the reason Drakken and Killigan came after you to release you?" Sensei asked.*

"Because they were bored," Monkey Fist replied. "And they wanted favors."

"Do you truly see that as the reason, young man?" Sensei asked. Monkey Fist cringed. Well, it certainly wasn't a good enough reason to go through all they'd gone through, but still.

"I have no words to exchange with you, 'Master,'" Monkey Fist sneered.

"Perhaps you are right, perhaps not. I wonder, did you ever wonder what it would be like to learn from a Sensei?" Sensei wondered.

"It would have been an experience, of course, but beyond that, not in particular," Monkey Fist replied.

"Do you have no questions to ask one now?" Sensei asked.

Monkey Fist stiffened. Oh he had questions, all right. Whether Sensei could answer them or not, or whether he would bother, was something else entirely, however. "No," he answered.

"I will answer them to my best," Sensei said, bowing. Monkey Fist scowled. He hated the wise man who was practically reading his thoughts. Of course, to be fair he wouldn't be in this Yono predicament now if he'd listed to any of the other wise men he'd met in his travels. They'd been right, every last one of them. He looked loathingly at the brand on his hand. It glowed faintly. Monkey Fist cringed and looked down.

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"I will begin for you, if you will not start," Sensei said, watching the British lord closely and reading his thoughts and fears. "You wonder which god looked down upon Hirotaka favorably. You do not think it particularly important, just idle curiosity. I tell you now, it is very, very important."

Monkey Fist sharply looked at the old man. That didn't sound good. "All right, I'll bite. What do you mean?"

"First I will give you some understanding as to why. The gods speak to Hirotaka," Sensei said softly.

Monkey Fist started, eyes widening. "What?" Monkey Fist asked, unsure he'd just heard that.

"The gods whisper to him," Sensei repeated.

"But-but how, I… Whispered to by the gods?" Monkey Fist repeated. "Then the boy is luckier and more powerful than I thought. But not even Stoppable or I have had that honor."

"And it is an honor. The greatest of them all. But it does not necessarily mean power, as you fear," Sensei reassured. "I too have heard them." Monkey Fist's mouth dropped. Sensei smirked then questioned, "Do you know which deity favors him above all the rest?"

"I should hardly care," Monkey Fist replied, trying to ignore the man now. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Shinigami," Sensei stated. Monkey Fist froze and sharply turned to the old man again.

"I beg your pardon? The god of death?" the noble asked.

"Yes, and the reason for it is partially because of you," Sensei declared.

"Me, how, why?" Monkey Fist demanded.

"In time, young noble, you must be patient," Sensei replied. "I will come to that."

"Come to it soon," Monkey Fist warningly growled.

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Sensei sighed deeply and looked towards the others, now searching for them. "It was Shinigami who impregnated Hirotaka and Yori's mother with Hana," Sensei suddenly stated.

"What?" Monkey Fist breathed, paling.

"The god of death is Hana's father, and it was to Hirotaka that he bound the fate of his daughter," Sensei said. "When you spilled Hirotaka's blood out upon his alter, Shinigami tasted and felt just whose it was. In that moment his child's fate was almost sealed, and it terrified him. Right then he determined to protect the boy, and through Hirotaka his daughter, the Yono's counterpart. Your counterpart."

Monkey Fist tensed and looked steely at the old man. "I am not the Yono," he stated.

"You became the Yono the moment you chose to follow his path," Sensei replied. "Drakken and Killigan simply released you without also awakening your destiny. It is still there, though. When you were freed without them unleashing the Yono within you, the previous returned to form. But he wants his release again. He will have it. You cannot escape your curse and your vow."

"I have managed so far!" Monkey Fist insisted, leaping down from the branch and confronting Sensei, fury and murder in his eyes.

"I see the glow in your eyes, the fire. Not the mortal fire, but his fire. You are the Yono, but the Yono has not been activated in you yet. Yono the Destroyer will find you, and he will awaken it," Sensei calmly remarked. "I wonder… why do you shirk away from such power?"

"Because there are too many risks, too many costs! Do you know what it was like to be in that-that statue form? Can you even begin to imagine?" Monkey Fist demanded. "It was a living death, Sensei, a living death! …And I can't go through it again. I can't."

"Enjoy what time you have left, child. Unless the gods themselves release you, you are doomed," Sensei darkly proclaimed. With that the old man walked off, and Monkey Fist watched after him, eyes for once filled with misery and pain. Oh gods… He didn't want this fate. He closed his eyes tightly, swallowing and willing a foreign burning in his eyes to leave.