Kim Possible Porn Story: Rangers Part 01 The Disappearance Chapter 3

Kim Possible Porn Story: Rangers Part 01 The Disappearance Chapter 3

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Location: Yamanouchi School, Japan.

Long before the Sun peeked over the highest snow covered mountaintops; she sat in the center of the floor in her room, legs crossed, eyelids lowered…

Meditating.

She had awoken earlier from a restless sleep that had been filled with disturbing emotions causing her to tense up physically before robbing her of restful sleep. Using meditation techniques taught to her by her greatest teacher, and father figure, she had removed those emotions and now could feel her body finally relaxingbecoming one with everything around her as her breathing became slower along with her heartbeat.

She had heard the phrase, One with Everything, some years ago at the Tokyo International Airport. At the time it had been used in a joke: What did the Buddhist monk say to the Ramen Noodle vendor One, with everything. She thought it silly then, but now she knew it was the only way to describe the sensation of what was happening to her, both physically and spiritually.

The spiritual and the physical: Yin and Yang. There must always be balance. She had been taught this her whole life. And in the techniques of meditation that she had been instructed in, this was even more important.

She had also heard it described this way: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. For her to become one with everything she knew the cost and her body was paying it now. She knew that, if anyone was to walk into her room now she would seem hazy: ghostly, almost transparent. To an enemy or fellow student the sitch would generate fear, to a friendconcern, to a soulmatepeace. That was the price of freeing her mind as she was doing now, her body losing part of its connection to the world around her.

Of course that was after they got over the shock of her floating almost a foot off the floor and the wicked Cheshire cat grin filling her face.

But that wasnt important where she was now, was important.

A small part particle of herself was still in her room, but the rest of her was melting into space itself, floating between worlds. Soaring from one sun to another, riding on solar winds and plunging down into gravity wells then racing back up again to ascend into limitless space: at one with the universe.

Marveling at the wonders before her, a part of her mind could feel her physical body become more relaxed and the grin she was wearing there increase. The beating of her heart became so slow that only a Master trained in the meditative arts and techniques equal to her own or that of her teacher could even begin to detect a pulse. Her astral body continued to fly among the heavens until she returned to a familiar place.

She looked at the glowing blueberry of a sphere before her, watching it turn in space. As she watched, the landmass that she called home came into view. She smiled for a moment; then turned and soared outward toward the distant stars faster and faster surpassing the speed of light. Indeed, traveling at the speed of thought was the only way to traverse the stars. It brought to mind a phrase that she had heard and had explained to her and she thought fit this perfectly: this is such a rush.

She traveled to a place that she had discovered during her meditations, to a galactic cloud the color and shape of cherry blossoms. Once there, she gazed at the sight and took in the beauty of the Makers work. Then, settling herself into a lotus position, she began the process of eliminating all emotion: feeding them into the cloud and watching them become shooting stars as they traveled through the blossoms like small fireflies flying in the night.

Once all emotion was cast out, and her mind was clear, she called forth the reason for her troubled sleep earlier and held it in her hand. Turning it over and over, examining it in minute detailexamining it until she knew the cause: physical attraction.

But that was absurd. Still she looked deeper until she found the reason for it.

No, this will not do she thought as the truth became clear to her and the manifestation of the reason in her hand became yellow in color. No, this surely will lead to jealousy and a mind-twisting madness. This must end. NOW!

But her mind told her different, that this was the heart of her problem: a physical attraction that had also become a distraction.

Yes, a distraction that must be removed No, an enjoyment and pleasure that must be felt and experienced to its conclusion No, it must be gone No, it must be savored and embraced…

No, the distraction must be removed, must be purged, must be discarded. She must put him aside and move forward. Her honor called for nothing less, for the auburn haired girl no, the auburn haired woman had won him. And for an instant, a hidden anger flared in her heart.

And like a surgeon, with a 0 blade laser scalpel, she cut out that anger, then combining it with the blond object in her hand, she tossed them both at the star cloud and watched them blaze bright as they burned a path toward the heart of the cloud and disappeared into the darkness beyond.

She closed her eyes and bowed her head, then holding her hand in front of her; she opened her eyes only to find the blond object again resting in her palm. Inwardly, she sighed, growled, and then smiled as she again contemplated the object in her hand. This time she gently released the object, then gave it a small push with her hand and watched it drift toward the star cloud again and start to orbit it like the Moon orbits the Earth.

And in her mind she heard her own voice ask, Then why do you still love him? Why do I still love

She shuddered for a micro-second as her mind almost called out his name. And for that moment in time, the strange madness that was attached to that name tried to seize her again…

but what had become habit reacted in her mind without thought, forcing her mind to escape his name. Again, employing meditative techniques centuries old that had been taught to her by Sensei, she soothed her mind, allowing it to escape from the name that tried to overwhelm her.

She felt a smile cross her face as her wits cleared. Name, she thought, what name? Then she heard another voice in her mind, her own voice speaking to her as if from far away:

What name? You know the name. You will always know it, always remember it.

She looked at her hand and saw not the blond object that she had twice released from her grasp, but the cherry blossom star cloud that she had released them into. And at its center were both blond objects. She watched as they seemed to blink at her once, twice, and then they changed and burned not blond but brown.

No, this will not do

She knew what she must do now, what was needed: complete and total logic. She must become totally unfeeling. Deny all emotions. Let the feelings past so she could get some control of the sitch, but her human heart wouldnt let her do it that easily. After all she was a human being not a cold, unfeeling machine.

She closed her eyes and called on Senseis teachings and purged all feeling, all emotion from her mind and heart. She let the cold of space descend upon her and enclose her.

Opening her eyes, she again saw the star cloud now hovering in her hand.

Concentrating with all her mind, she saw herself pull away as if she was a ghost looking down upon herself that had decided to drift away. She watched herself become smaller and smaller until she was holding herself holding the star cloud in her hand. She watched the version of herself that she held in her hand become smaller and smaller and smaller yet until it was a speck of dust.

She looked up from her hand to see the glowing blue sphere circling below her as she sat cross legged hovering just a few feet from the dusty surface of the Moon. Bringing her palm up, she blew the speck of dust off her hand as she started moving away from the Moon toward Earth. Stopping once she could clearly see the land of her birth in the shadow light.

Focusing her mind, she called forth a tiny spot of light from the shadow: the light of the one that loved her. She knew in him lay the calming influence her mind desired now. Concentrating on her meditation, she moved to that light as she fed it with her mind, making it blaze with a brilliance more blinding than a star.

As she move to its center, the light became brighter and brighter but did not blind. She knew that if she touched the center, its core, everything would be alright. That the disturbing emotions that had awoken her earlier would go away and never return to trouble her again. She reached out with her hand, reaching out to pull it into her grasp. Just as her hand started to close around it, she felt herself pulled back like someone had hooked her around the waist and pulled while all around her she could hear an incessant bell sound that seemed to be coming from everywhere.

In her mind she heard herself call out in a cry of anguish as the light moved away from her becoming smaller but not dimmer. She could feel tears start to fall down her face and she reach up to wipe them away. She could feel a hunger deep inside her for the light and she just knew if she had it and held to her breast that it would consume all emotion in her and would leave her calm and content. As she wiped her eyes, she blinked

and found herself hovering over herself inside her room.

She looked at her body for a second, and then she closed her eyes and mimicked the image before her. Then her breathing slowly started to increase, her heart start to beat more quickly. As she did this, she slowly started to merge her mind with her body making it more solid. Once she disappeared completely inside, she felt herself lower until she could feel the floor under her. Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes and stood up.

So close she thought, So maddeningly close Closer then I have ever been before. But before she could think of anything more, a faint sound sounded from a corner of the room: the sound of a bell ringing twice then it stopped.

She looked down at her bare feet and saw a faint light touch her toes, a light that really wasnt there, just a hint of light to come. Shaking her head she thought to herself, Next time next time I will grasp that light and bring it to my heart and hold it there as it warms me. Then I will give myself to it and let it consume me become one with it become whole as it burns me alive.

In the no light that was almost not there, she moved to stand behind a paper screen that was in a corner. Once there, she removed the silk robe she had been wearing and dressed in her white gi. Then she moved to a small table that stood in another corner of the room and washed her face with water from the pitcher that stood there along with a glass, a deep bowl and a windup clock. Then she made her way to the porch of the building that held her sleeping quarters and slipped into her soft shoes.

Silently she started to make her way to the Dragon where she would meet up with others for the morning run of over five miles. As she walked, she looked to the east where the Sun would start to rise soon. Her day just was just starting, the same way it had for almost her whole life.

She thought back to the clock, it had been a gift from a far away pair of friends. She had been told that it was an antique, brought over from the old country, which had been restored and updated so it would keep prefect time for her. Not that she needed it. Due to her years of training, she had a perfect time sense that came from inside. She closed her eyes, and checked with her internal clock: 6:00am. As she continued walking she now understood why, in her meditations, she had been pulled back and it had been accompanied with the incessant bell sound: she told herself to return in time for the start of her day. And due to the gift and its history, in her mind she had come to pair the sound of the small bell with the coming dawn.

She gave an inward smile, time to start the day, time for training now.

Time for her morning ritual, starting with the Dragon Run. Once the run was over, she would do her morning workout, and then make her way to the kitchens for the bowl of Miso soup that was her morning breakfast. After she finished eating, if necessary, she would take a trip for any business that might need to be handled. Only then would she would make her way to where her classes where.

She reflected on the only real change to her morning routine she had been doing since the age of four that had taken place and smiled. That change had made her the teacher, not the student. That was the only real change to the routine that she had been doing for over 18 years almost without failure every morning, six days a week. With very few exceptions. And with that thought, she drew a deep breath of the morning air, and felt herself at peace.

Still walking toward the Dragon, she found herself looking forward to one of those rare exceptions: in just over three weeks, 5 year old Hana Stoppable was coming to spend part of the summer at the school. Although she was young, Hana had been coming for two years now, and was a welcome visitor to the school.

In fact, she was an Honored guest.

And, when Hana came to the school, her bother and his wife would also come for a few days, also as Honored guests. Suddenly she stopped as she realized why she had had that restless sleep: he was returning to the school.

She had attended their wedding with Sensei a little over two years ago and she knew that he belonged with his wife and that together they would do many great things, still she still could not help wondering what would have been if she had spoken earlier to him about how she felt.

She had put it all behind her, for the most part, and had moved on with her life; although it took a good part of the intervening years to finally do so. This was evident in the fact that she herself was now engaged to a fellow student from the school, Hirotaka, and they were to be married in the fall.

Yet, she still held a place in her heart for the blond man she had met almost seven years ago. Hirotaka said that he understood and, more importantly, showed that he empathized with her feelings. Of course Sensei had told her that it is was normal to hold a special place in ones heart for their first love and yet to ensure that she would never be overcome by that love Sensei had provided the meditative techniques she needed.

As she started walking again, she realized that she truly loved Hirotaka, and was looking forward to spending her life with him. But, in a walled off corner of her heart and mind, she still loved and cared someone that was far, far away, ever beyond her reach and yet so close to her soul.

Her thoughts returned to her mediation and the reason for it as she joined Hirotaka and others near the gate. It must have shown her on her face.

Is something wrong my love? Hirotaka asked in a low voice.

Yori shook her head no then answered, No, Im finejust thinking again.

Hirotaka nodded his head as he placed his arms around her, pulling her gently into a hug that gave comfort and control to her troubled mind this morning.

That had surprised her early in their courtship; that she could or would find comfort in his arms. The love she had also found there was a pleasant surprise as well. It was the brightest light she had ever known and with it she knew she could always remain in focus.

Even with the whole of the school knowing that they were to be married, both quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching and found everyone was looking somewhere other than at them. On seeing that, they shared a kiss like they had for over a year. Telling themselves that no one had seen; ignoring the fact that they both knew better.

It was a chastised kiss, one that would not be out of place being seen in any public school in Tokyo or in its streets. But what the kiss meant to her was more than it appeared. Her training, and his, meant that they could both speak volumes in a few simple movements or gestures.

She felt his lips move to the right, telling her in the signals they had worked out between themselves: Im here for you. She circled her left finger around his right elbow counterclockwise: I understand, then circled it clockwise once: I love you. He repeated her clockwise circle with his left finger, then brushed his right hand down her left arm: Can we meet later? She brushed her right hand down his left arm, which would have asked him that same question but in this case meant: Yes, our place. He brought his hand up to cup her left check with his thumb tucked inside: Until I can truly kiss you.

She then felt him move his lips back to the center of hers, and then felt him open his just a tiny bit. She willingly responded by opening hers and for just a heartbeat, they touched in the unique matter that all people in love do.

As they released each other, Yori felt something odd. She could not explain the feeling. Something just felt off. Putting it aside, she joined Hirotaka and the rest and started her morning run.

Later, as she and Hirotaka could see the gates of the school, that odd feeling returned. But this time, she could not push it aside. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones, and in her heart. Something was very wrong.

With the sky becoming a bit brighter, she turned to Hirotaka to tell him about her feelings.

That was when she heard an alarm sound from the school.

There was almost never an alarm at the school. There were bells and chimes that were used to announce the midday meal, or the one that signaled the end of the school day. But this alarm was not any of those. This one was special, and was rung once a week, every week, on the last day of the week as a test. In all her time at the school, this bell had only been rung one other time outside of its normal weekly check and that was when the Lowardians had tried to invade Japan and the school.

And, now, it rang once again.

We have to hurry, something is very wrong she told Hirotaka.

He nodded his reply as they both started to run flat out toward the school, leaving the others behind in a trail of dust.

Yes, Yori thought to herself as she pushed to run faster, very wrong indeed. That alarm bell means one thing: Something is happening with the Lotus Blade.

Yori and Hirotaka had just run through the gate entrance to the school, the alarm still sounding, when they saw Sensei running from his quarters. His long white hair and beard flowed behind him, his red and gold kimono moving with the force of his passing. As he ran past them, he called out Yori, Hirotaka: come with me, quickly!

If there was any doubt that something was happening and that it involved the Lotus Blade, it was removed as the building at the center of the school grounds started to cast out a blue light from every window and door.

The building that housed the Blade.

As the glow became brighter, and started to fill every corner of the school campus, Sensei ran into the building at full speed. Yori and Hirotaka close on his heels. The light was brighter here, but not enough to blind them nor slow them down.

One turn to the right, another to the left and all three entered the main room. The only thing there was a stand that held the blade.

Yori could not help but recall the story of the blade:

Legend said that the great Warrior Toshimiru, in the year 338AD, founded the original monastery that became the Yamanouchi School. Legend also said that Toshimiru used the Lotus Blade to carve the foundations and the oldest building still standing on the grounds from the mountain.

Some doubted the legend. Some had even thought it a fools tale. How could anyone use a sword to carve out anything from a mountain?

If one could see what Sensei, Hirotaka, and Yori saw when they entered the room, those doubts would have been erased in the blink of an eye.

The Lotus Blade itself was the source of the blue light, shining like a bonfire burning brightly from a mountaintop.

As they watched, the blade began to rise from its stand. As it rose, it glowed brighter and brighter, until it was hovering in the center of the room and functioning like a beacon, calling the threesome to its presence.

All three watched as the blade began to spin, faster and faster, until it became a blur. Then, suddenly, the blur started to speak in a voice that sounded like it was made of many voices, and seem to come from everywhere and no where at the same time.

We are called, Old one. We are needed by the current Chosen Pair. There is a great and difficult task ahead that could change the path of all things to come. Be strong and steadfast. This school will be needed in the events that are to come. Prepare for them. The Chosen Pair will need your assistance.

Then the glowing blur changed again, this time forming what Yori knew was three letters in the language of a far away land. A language that she could read almost as well has her own.

The letters formed, and not with Stoppable-sans Mystery Meat gravy

T

P

F

Then, it was gone.

No glow, no light, no voicesand no Lotus Blade.

***

To be continued

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