Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 21

AN Saying this every chapter is rather depressing. I own Thomas, Elizabeth, Henry, and John. Everything else belongs to Disney.

Thanks for the kind reviews. Yesterday must have been a busy day. Within minutes of posting the last chapter, my story dropped to the number 9 position. Also, I edited the last chapter very slightly. Saw that I had accidentally said “the Possible and Possible clans” when it should have read, “the Possible and Stoppable clans”.

After breakfast, Thomas and Shego retire to the study once more as Elizabeth leaves, saying that she had to head home to her family for the day.

“So you were telling me about how you came to Japan?” Shego asks, curling up in a chair next to the window overlooking Middleton’s downtown section.

“Yes,” Thomas says, sitting in the chair next to hers, “As I said, we headed across the seas. For me, it was a brutal journey. I had never crossed an ocean before. So when we finally hit land, I was so relieved. But that relief was short lived.”

“Why aren’t you getting bit?” Tai Yang asks as he slaps his arm for the thousandth time. They had been traveling through the forest for the last two days, and while the mosquitoes had decided that Tai Yang was a suitable buffet, Toshimiru has given no sign of discomfort.

“They do not bother me because they do not bother me,” Toshimiru says, continuing to move through the dense undergrowth of the forest as he leads them towards a large mountain in the distance, the Lotus Blade slashing through the undergrowth that blocks their path.

“How very mystical” Tai Yang says dryly as he slaps yet another mosquito, “Are you sure this is the right mountain? The last two we visited, you said they weren’t right.”

“Sun Wukong visited me and told me that this was the right mountain,” Toshimiru says.

“Why couldn’t he have mentioned that before we had to climb two other mountains?” Tai Yang mutters, pushing aside a fern that slapped him in the face after Toshimiru released it.

Toshimiru says calmly, “He does not wish us to take the easy path.”

“Of course not,” Tai Yang says with a wry grin, “What’s the fun in that?”

The rest of the trip to the mountain is spent in silence, broken only by the sounds of Tai Yang slapping himself every so often, and the sound of the Lotus Blade cutting through the surrounding vegetation like a hot knife through butter.

They eventually reach a narrow valley, a river rushing down the center, the source of the river a massive waterfall falling down one mountain with a somewhat flatter peak than the mountain next to it.

Toshimiru looks up and points, “There. That is where the school will be.”

Tai Yang looks up as well, noting the large tree lined peak of the first mountain that seems to be what Toshimiru is indicating, “Oh joy. More climbing,” he grumbles

“Do not fret my friend” Toshimiru says, setting a steady pace along the bank of the river, “It will be our honor to perform this task.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” Tai Yang mutters, trudging along behind Toshimiru.

Toshimiru smirks and heads for the waterfall. Once they reach it, he sets his pack down on dry ground, saying, “We will make camp here. Tomorrow, we will make the climb.”

“Thank the gods” Tai Yang mutters, setting his pack next to Toshimiru’s, “I’ll gather some firewood,” he says, then heads into the forest that comes right to the foot of the mountain. When Tai Yang returns, Toshimiru starts cooking their dinner. After the meal, Toshimiru opens his pack and pulls out his mohagony go board and a pouch of his stones. They spend the rest of the night playing Go, something they’ve been doing since Toshimiru taught Tai Yang how to play a few months after he arrived. The game lasted several hours, and when Toshimiru won, as he usually did, they both unpacked their bedrolls and turned in for the night.

The next day dawned bright and early. When Tai Yang woke, he found Toshimiru standing at the base of the waterfall, just staring at the cascading water as if mesmerized by the way the light shimmered off of it. Tai Yang had to admit. The way the sunrise struck the waterfall, it did make for an impressive sight, although most of the beauty was lost by how close to it they were.

After packing everything up, and pouring water on the fire to douse it, Tai Yang moves to join Toshimiru, saying, “Where do we start climbing?”

Toshimiru doesn’t answer, instead, simply staring at the waterfall intently. After a few minutes pass, Tai Yang gets nervous and he says in a soft voice, “Toshimiru? You alright?”

Shaking his head, Toshimiru looks at his friend and smiles, “I am alright. But something is behind this waterfall.”

Tai Yang looks back at the waterfall, brow furrowed in confusion, “What? I don’t see anything.”

Toshimiru starts moving, moving along the face of the cliff, working his way behind the waterfall, Tai Yang following, “I saw it in my dreams last night” Toshimiru says, “In the dream, I saw a monkey. He was pointing at the waterfall and chittering. When I looked to where he was pointing, I saw a large shadow behind the waterfall.”

Tai Yang looks back at the waterfall, but seeing nothing, looks back at Toshimiru, “Do you think Sun Wukong sent the dream?”

Toshimiru nods, “Yes I do. When I awoke, I felt compelled to explore behind the waterfall. I still feel the compulsion, however, I decided to wait for you to awaken.”

“Thanks,” Tai Yang says, knowing that sometimes when Sun Wukong compels Toshimiru to do something, he’s been known to wander off without telling anyone.

With that, Toshimiru follows the face of the mountain, disappearing behind the waterfall, Tai Yang following close behind, taking one last look around the valley before stepping behind the cascading water. Once behind the waterfall, Tai Yang has to stop and let his eyes adjust to the gloom. Once he’s able to see, he looks around, nodding in appreciation, “A good place to lay an ambush if I had the mind to do so,” he murmurs as he looks around the small water-worn cave, a small tunnel at the back, barely large enough for two people side by side.

From the tunnel, he sees a yellow glow just as Toshimiru calls out from ahead, “This way Tai Yang” Giving a small smile, Tai Yang shakes his head and follows, muttering, “He’s impatient today.”

The tunnel twists and turns, steadily heading upwards at a slight incline, the occasional small rockfall here and there breaking the monotany. Even after catching up to Toshimiru, the only sound that is heard as they move is the narrow trickle of water flowing down the center of the tunnel, causing Tai Yang to mutter, “Not even the mightiest of mountains can withstand the river forever.”

“Indeed,” Toshimiru says, remembering that conversation from 20 years ago as well as he holds up his hand, the yellow light issuing forth from the hand as from a torch.

In the tunnel, time is meaningless. An eternity passes in the space of a few hours, and still they trudge on, steadily making their way up the mountain, the oppresive air of the tunnel making conversation impossible after a short time.

Eventually the tunnel widens and opens up to the ledge that Tai Yang had looked at the day before. Stepping to the edge, he gives a low whistle as his eyes pan the majestic view. Thousands of feet below, he eyes the river, following it’s course through the forest on it’s way to the ocean, the view occasionally broken by fluffy white clouds.

“We are not done with the journey yet,” Toshimiru says, looking over the valley to the mountain peak on the other side.

“We’re not?” Tai Yang asks, moving to stand beside his friend.

“No. Toshimiru says, then points to the other mountain, “That is where we must go.”

“What!?” Tai yang exclaims, “We just spent the entire day walking in a tunnel almost as narrow as a coffin, and now you’re saying we have to go to the other mountain?”

“Indeed” Toshimiru says, a small smile playing at his lips, “We must hurry if we want to get there before sundown.”

“Get to that mountain before sundown?” Tai Yang asks incredulously, “We have to get there before sundown? We’ll be lucky to get to the bottom of this mountain before sunrise!”

“We are not going back down the mountain,” Toshimiru says calmly, closing his eyes and murmuring to himself.

“Not going back down the mountain?” Tai Yang asks, blinking rapidly as he tries to figure out his friend. Then, seeing the yellow sphere appearing around them both, he groans and says, “You have got to be kidding me.”

In the valley down below, a deer darts it’s eyes skyward, ears perked when it hears a man cursing. Looking up, the deer’s simple mind cannot comprehend the yellow ball that is floating a thousand feet above it, the strange yelling noises coming from the ball as it goes from one mountain to the other on the other side of the valley.

When the yellow ball dissolves, Tai Yang collapses to the ground, “Oh thank the gods. We’re alive.”

Toshimiru chuckles and says, “Of course we are. Did you expect anything else?”

“If the gods had intended us to fly, they would have given us wings” Tai Yang says, scowling at his friend.

“Did I not use wings to fly us across?” Toshimiru asks, smiling at Tai Yang.

“We did not use wings” Tai Yang says, getting up and brushing himself off, “We used a glowing yellow ball that you learned to create from a god known for liking to play pranks”

“Does it matter what shape the wings take if they work the same?” Toshimiru asks, walking ahead of Tai Yang to explore the mountain they found themselves on now.

Tai Yang growls in frustration and says, “I hate you right now.” Still grumbling, he follows his friend, straightening the packs on his shoulders.

The cliff they find themselves at is impressive. Looking like it had been carved out by a massive spoon, the peak is circular, with the rest of the peak forming a wall at one end, water flowing down that wall, much smaller versions of the waterfall that led them here. The water pools at the wall, then starts flowing, streams twisting here and there, forming small crystal clear pools that dot the area before eventually flowing off the flat edge of the cliff before them. Trees dot the landscape, boughs reaching for the sky, small birds making the trees their homes.

“We will camp for now” Toshimiru says, “Tomorrow, we begin on building the school”

Tai Yang nods, anger forgotten as he takes in the scent of jasmine and lotus blooms, a sense of peace filling him with each breath.

Tai Yang is awoken the next morning not by the sun in his face, for it has yet to rise, but by the sounds of someone chopping wood. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looks around the mountain top, blinking on confusion when he can’t find the source of the noise. Rising with a groan, he rolls his bedroll up and packs it away before heading off to find the source of the noise.

He finds the source of the noise near the massive back wall of the mountain. With a glowing blue axe, Toshimiru has chopped down a dozen trees, and is now working on the felled trees, shaping and cutting them into logs about 15 feet tall and a couple feet in diameter. Without turning from his task, he says, “Can you get the finished pieces to the center please?”

“Sure” Tai Yang says, heading for the wood that’s already been cut and shaped. Doing a couple quick stretches, he grabs the first column, fingers indenting the wood slightly as his muscles bunch. Then with a gutteral growl, he lifts the log up, and bracing it on his shoulders, carries the almost half ton log with ease to the center of the peak. He makes several more trips, stacking the wood neatly, then watches until Toshimiru has more wood for him, which he then carries.

Over all, Toshimiru cuts down and shapes about 20 trees over the day, the Lotus blade changing to whatever tool is needed, and cutting through the wood like butter, Tai Yang carrying the wood to where he’s directed.

That night, as Tai Yang is massaging his shoulders, working the kinks out, Toshimiru brews a pot of tea. After the tea is done, he gives Tai Yang a glass, then sits down across the fire from his friend, saying, “I think we’ll need about 50 more trees. We’ll get those over the next few days. Then after that, we’ll work on the stone needed.”

“How much stone do you think we’ll need?” Tai Yang asks, grabbing some ointment and rubbing it into his shoulder.

“I don’t know” Toshimiru says, shrugging before sipping his tea “As with the trees, I will start cutting, and will know as I go along what and how much is needed”

Tai Yang grumbles and opens his pack, “Then I guess it’s a good thing you had me bring all this ointment” he says, fingering the dozens of tin cans of scented ointment.

“Indeed” Toshimiru says, rummaging through his pack as well, pulling out some food to cook on the fire, “After the main buildings are done, we will get more wood from below to make the gate to block the pass over there” pointing to a trail leading to a winding path that goes down the mountain.

Tai Yang looks at the path and then glares at Toshimiru, “We went up the other mountain and floated across the valley to get here, and there was a path leading up here all the time?” he asks, almost yelling

“I believe that the path we took up here was shown to me by Sun Wukong” Toshimiru says, “The school will go through troubling times and the students may need a way to get off this mountain that pursuers cannot use”

“So how are the students going to use that path?” Tai Yang asks, “I doubt they’ll be able to fly”

“Of course not” Toshimiru says, “We will build a rope bridge for them. In the case of an attack, the students can make their way across the bridge, and once across, cut the ropes to deter any enemy that would pursue them”

“Must be some really tough times ahead” Tai Yang says softly, staring into the fire.

“Indeed” Toshimiru says, “Just as the Chosen One will be shaped by his life, so will the school be shaped by world events. They both must be prepared”

With that, Toshimiru finishes his meal, then turns in for the night, leaving Tai Yang to stare into the fire. Finishing his meal, he rises and goes to turn in, murmuring, “I will help them be prepared old friend”

The building of the school took several years, but it didn’t take that long for the first students and teachers to arrive. A month after we finished the main parts of the school, people started arriving. Most of them were unskilled in the areas that could help the school directly, however, Toshimiru still found tasks for them. Some worked on construction, others lived at the base, a small village forming to serve the needs of the school until it could become self reliant. I never learned how those first people found out about the school and it’s location. I can only assume that somehow, Toshimiru, or perhaps Sun Wukong himself, got the word out.

Originally, the school was just a school for Tai Shing Pek Kwar, with academics thrown in for good measure. Within 5 years though, Toshimiru had hired staff that knew skills that most would not consider honorable. Stealth, poisons, infiltration, subterfuge. When I asked him about it, he said “The students here will need these skills in the battles to come.” I accepted his explanation, and to show my support, I became one of the first students to take those extra classes. Yes, I was still a student. While I was good, I still could not defeat Toshimiru in sparring.

But as time, passed, and more and more students arrived, I started feeling alienated. I was not like the other students, those from China, and those born on the islands the natives called Nippon. I was paler and taller. While it was not malice on their part, I started finding myself with only Toshimiru as company. And for a short time, that was enough. I had my studies, my sparring sessions with Toshimiru. I even had a couple places to go when I wanted solitude. A small shrine set apart from the other buildings, built to my specifications. And my favorite, a small outcropping on the other side of the rock wall behind the school that overlooked the valley down below.

“It seems though, that Toshimiru sensed my growing loneliness. In our 23rd year there, we received a new student. Someone that changed my life once again.”

“About 3 years after we arrived, Toshimiru’s family arrived. And a few years after that, Jiang met and fell in love with one of the Jomon natives. They got married soon after that, and had a daughter named Keiko” Thomas says, smiling fondly at the memories.

He’s about to continue when the phone in the parlor starts ringing.

“Excuse me,” Thomas says to Shego as he rises and goes to answer the phone.

A minute later, he rushes into the room and says, “Hurry up and get ready. Monkey Fist’s been sighted at the Smithsonian in New York.”

Hmmm, I wonder what Monkey Fist is doing at the Smithsonian? As always, please read and review.