Kim Possible Porn Story: Rebirth Chapter 8

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Disney and Squaresoft. One or two minor characters may be mine, but most aren’t.

“I’m afraid you’re expelled. Pack your things.”

The office went completely silent, as both Yori and Ron stared with jaws agape. Cloud stared back, and though he had a slight scowl on his face, it was also clear he didn’t like doing this to Ron.

Up until now, Yori had been quite timid under the wrath of the General, but she lost that really fast. “No! You can’t!”

Cloud looked right at the girl and frowned. It was highly improper for a cadet to speak out against the General. “It’s done Yori. And I think its for the best.”

“It is not for the best! You cannot give Ron and I different punishments! I will not stand for such an injustice!”

Ron blanched then leaned over and whispered to his friend. “Yori, amp down. Maybe it is for the best, maybe I don’t belong here. I don’t want you getting in trouble for me.”

She turned and smiled fondly at him. “You do belong here, my friend. This place would be unbearable without you.” Then she returned her eyes to Cloud and her expression became considerably colder. “I demand that Ron and I receive the same punishment!”

The glare she received from Cloud’s mako eyes was just as cold as hers. “It is not your place to demand anything, cadet.”

“I demand it nonetheless!”

In his time as General, Cloud had learned to make hard, and often unpopular decisions. And he felt now was one of those decision making times. “You’re a gifted student, and you have a real future in the military. But if it is what you really want, then you and Ron can have the same punishment. You’re expelled too.”

“Woah! General! Dude! No!” Ron started complaining.

“That’s enough from both of you! I want you both packed and off Academy grounds by tomo…”

“Cloud!” a woman’s voice snapped from behind him. Startled, he spun around to find a very familiar brunette stalking into his office, holding a large package. “Did I just hear you correctly?!”

“Tifa?” he asked, bewildered. “What are you doing here?”

“A few reasons, actually,” she said, walking up to Ron and handing him the case she was carrying. “Firstly, Ron left his spices in my kitchen. Here you go Ron.”

“Thanks Tifa.”

“Secondly, there was something I wanted to talk to you about. But before we get into that, let me make it clear that you are NOT expelling them!”

His scowl was directed at Tifa this time. “With all due respect, Tifa, I don’t think this is any of your concer-ah, ow, OW, OW! Tifa!”

She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him into the furthest corner of his office. “Oh its my concern all right! You can not expel a kid for doing something so sweet as to make dinner for his friend, who he has missed for weeks! Its just wrong!”

“Hey!” he snapped back, his usual cool composure completely melting away. “I’m the General here, its my call, and what I say go…” She gave him a dirty look, and suddenly Shinra’s almighty General actually seemed to be shrinking with fear before the woman. “Awww Tifa! Not the angry face!”

Without saying a word, she just narrowed her eyes to slits, and angrily pursed her lips into a glare that would bring any man to his knees. It was mere seconds before Cloud gave in and threw up his arms.

“Fine! Maybe I overacted a little! They’re…” He hesitated then turned to address the two cadets. “You’re not expelled. But you will be disciplined! Severely! Report to me in the courtyard at 0400 tomorrow! You’re dismissed.”

Tifa folded her arms and smiled smugly as the two cadets bolted past her and through the door before Cloud could change his mind. At the last moment though, Ron ran back into the office and gave Tifa a big hug, causing the woman to giggle out of surprise.

“Thanks Tifa. You continue to rock!”

“I said ‘you’re dismissed’ cadet!” Cloud snapped. Ron was back out the door in a flash.

He turned his attention back to Tifa, and frowned. “You said something about wanting to talk to me.”

Still smiling smugly, she nodded. “Yeah. Ron told me a few interesting things about your young protege…”

“You’re calling her my protege too?” he cut her off.

“Everyone’s calling her that Cloud. Get with the program… Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve heard some interesting things and would like to meet her. I thought that maybe you’d be willing to allow me to be a guest instructor for the day tomorrow.”

Cloud smiled here. “You know you’re welcome here for more than a day. We don’t have a single hand to hand combat specialist on staff who comes close to measuring up to you.”

“As sweet as that is, Cloud, I’ll pass. One day is all I want.”

He nodded. “Of course. I’m sure the cadets will all benefit from your skills and experience. Even if just for a day.” He lead her to his door as he spoke. “Want me to walk you to the gates?”

Smiling, she affectionately hugged onto his arm, as they walked across the courtyard like a pair walking home from a date. “Please and thank you,” she chirped.

He smiled now too. “Kim says that all the time.”

“I picked it up from Ron,” she said.

He nodded. “You know after that display earlier, when you convinced me not to expell those two, I got to thinking. Maybe you should be Shinra’s General, and I should be working at your restaurant.”

She giggled at that. “I’d make a better General, no doubt. But if that meant letting you near my kitchen, with the way YOU cook? I think not!”

“Yup. General Tifa Lockheart wouldn’t need an army at her back, she’d scare evil into submission with her angry face.”

Both the childhood friends snickered at this. “Don’t make me hurt you, smart ass.”

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The next morning, Ron and Yori both reported to the General at 4am. Two hours earlier than they were accustomed to getting up for training. To start off with their discipline, Cloud stripped Yori of one of the stripes on her sleeve, knocking her down from First to Second Class. Ron, who was still the lowest Third Class rank, could not be demoted.

Yori would not be able to regain her First Class ranking for a month, and both her and Ron were going to be reporting here every morning at four for extra training. It was mostly running laps, pushups and other various exercises, designed to tire them both out. Naturally Yori handled it much better than Ron, who relied greatly on Yori’s encouragement to keep from passing out from exhaustion.

The General was not going to make their punishment easy, this much was clear. He was going to ensure both of them stuck to the rules from now on.

After just under two hours of being pushed by the total slave driver, Yori and Ron sat on the ground together, leaning up against the Academy’s main building. Both were panting, only Ron was much more exhausted than Yori. And to make things worse, they still had the usual day of hard training ahead of them.

“I’m sorry I got you into this, Yori,” Ron whispered, guiltily. “This is all my fault.”

“It was worth it for that dinner, Ron San. I can’t say I have ever eaten so well. And the kiss was nice too.”

“But you got demoted! You lost your stripe because I…”

“I will earn it back. And besides, I would rather lose all my stripes, than lose you. I am happy with the outcome.”

He looked right into her eyes and smiled. “You know what Yori, so am I. You’re a good friend, and I’m glad we still get to hang.”

She leaned to the side, and affectionately rested her head upon his shoulder. “As am I, Ron San.”

“And you know what? The next time we get some leave, I’m going to go to Wutai with you. You know, if you still want me to.”

She turned and smiled widely at him. “Of course I want you to! Oh Ron!” She leaned in, threw her arms around him and kissed him on the mouth. He only kissed back for a few moments, before reluctantly pushing her away.

“Yori, hold on… I read the rules last night, after almost getting expelled… You know, just in case I broke one without knowing it and got into hot water again… And public displays of affection… Its kinda frowned upon.”

She smiled at him evilly. “Then perhaps we should find a place not quite so public?”

He blushed. “We might do that. But for now, I think I need a shower and a clean uniform before our first class… Meet you there?”

Still smiling, she nodded. “Yes Ron San. I will see you soon.”

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Later that day all the students were summoned to the main courtyard, where Cloud and all the other instructors awaited them. There the General adressed everybody with Tifa standing at his side.

“Everybody, I would like you all to meet my good friend, Tifa Lockheart. Quite possibly the best hand to hand combat expert I have ever known. She has graciously offered up her time and experience today, and I suggest you all make the most of it.”

Every cadet present saluted, and called out. “Sir, yes sir!”

Cloud smiled and nodded at his friend. “They’re all yours, Tifa.”

She stepped ahead of him, and looked over all the cadets before her. Almost from the get go, her attention seemed focused on the red head in the front row.

“Okay let me start off by acknowledging that not many soldiers focus on unarmed combat anymore. Many people believe it to be inferior to the armed fighting arts, and that its unimportant.” She smirked smugly. “This couldn’t be further from the truth. Can any of you tell me why this is?” Without a moment of hesitation, she pointed out the cadet she had been watching. “You. Kim Possible right? What’s the answer I’m looking for?”

Kim stepped forward and cleared her throat, before speaking so all the other cadets could hear her. “Unarmed combat practices the mastery of your own body. Any weapon is nothing more than an extension to that body, therefore mastery of hand to hand combat is beneficial to any warrior. A weapon is only as good as the warrior who wields it.”

Smiling widely, she nodded at that. “Spot on, Possible. I’m going to need a volunteer, you may as well step up.”

Obediently Kim stepped forward, and saluted. “Yes ma’am.”

Tifa walked right up to her and looked her up and down. “That answer you just gave me proves it. You really are one of Zanghan’s students, aren’t you?”

Kim face faulted. “Y… You know Master Zanghan?” Zanghan is a fighter who travels the world over teaching young children martial arts. Kim had trained with him from the age of five, until he left and told her to keep learning all she could.

“I’m one of his students too,” Tifa said.

All of a sudden Kim looked majorly intimidated, which was strange for a confident girl like her. “Wait, your THAT Tifa?! The one Master Zanghan always talked about?”

Her smug smile widened. “That’d be me.”

She swallowed hard, and mumbled under her breath. “Oh man…”

She looked to Kim’s belt and tapped one of the jade colored daggers attached to it. “So. You favor the armed combat, huh?”

Kim still looked nervous. Her old Master had clearly made Tifa out to be some kind of a legend. “Um… Do you think Master Zanghan would dissaprove?”

Tifa snickered at that. “Not at all. You know as well as I do, that he encouraged research into all forms of combat. I may feel more comfortable with my own fists than any weapon, but you are free to follow whatever path you like. Now. Let’s get back to the lesson.”

Kim nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

Tifa reached back and pulled a brown pair of leather gloves from her back pocket and pulled them on. “Okay Kim, we’re going to have a little sparring match. For the purposes of education.”

As she started to get into battle mode, Kim’s composure returned. “Okay. We both going hand to hand?”

“If you’re more formidable with your weapons, please use them. I want you to give me all you have.”

Nodding, she pulled her daggers from the clips on either side of her belt, spinning them both as she prepared her battle stance. “Don’t worry. I always give my all in a fight.”

“I have no doubt.” Bending her legs, she dropped into a fighting stance, and lifted her fists in front of her face. Her leather gloves squeaked a little as she tightened her fists. “Now show me what you’ve got, Possible!”

As usual she jumped right into battle with everything she had. And with three months of Cloud’s personal tutelage behind her, her considerable skills were greater than ever. She moved in a blur, seeming to slash at her opponent with her daggers hundreds of times in mere moments.

Tifa however danced around every attack; ducked, weaved and almost appeared to be dancing with Kim, as not a single blow met its mark. “I see you’ve never fought a fellow student of Zanghan’s before. Interesting.” Amazingly, while still dodging every one of Kim’s attacks, Tifa started speaking to the other cadets at the same time. “There’s a valuable lesson right there. It doesn’t matter how good you are, if your opponent knows your techniques as well as, or better than you do, then you’re at a major disadvantage.”

She smiled at Kim, as the red head kept trying with no avail to hit her really impressive opponent. “Master Zanghan taught you a lot of good tricks, Possible. But I know all of them too. Not to mention the fact that I have a good seven years experience on you. You’re going to have to learn to be less predictable.”

This caused Kim to lose her temper, and really start to charge in now. “I am NOT predictable!”

“I beg to differ, Kim. You’re good, your technique is flawless, and your power and speed are impressive. But you’re still doing little more than regurgitating the things Master Zanghan taught you. You have yet to make the techniques your own. And no one can defeat me with Master Zanghan’s techniques. I know them too well.”

Out of nowhere Tifa unleashed her first attack of the fight. Her punch flew through all of Kim’s defenses, and slammed right into her chin. The blow was so powerful in send Kim flying backwards a good thirty feet. But she recovered in mid air as she flew, somersaulting backwards then skidding backwards along the the dirt, the soles of her boots kicking up a dust cloud in her wake.

Shaking her head, she started rubbing her chin and groaning. “Ow! I don’t think I’ve ever been punched that hard!”

“No one punches as hard as Tifa,” Cloud said, from where he watched with the other instructors.

Tifa just stood staring at Kim, and started cracking her knuckles. Kim scowled angrily, and held her blades out to her sides. She was starting to glow all over with red energy. Looked like she was ready to unleash a limit break.

“You know Zanghan’s techniques too well, huh?! Well how about I show you something new?!” She fed all her limit energies into her daggers, and then made two slashes in Tifa’s direction. In no time two curved blades of ruby red energy were flying towards her, a vertical one, followed closely by a horizontal one. Many of the cadets had seen the technique once or twice, the beams tended to follow their targets, so they were not only highly destructive, but notoriously difficult to dodge.

Tifa however stood still as she watched them approach. Then when the vertical blade beam was close enough to light up her visage with red light, she made a simple step sideways. The blade missed her by millimeters, kicking up her long hair as it passed. Immediately after dodging the first one, she bent over backwards, so the horizontal beam flew over her chest.

She stood back up straight as the two beams continued off into the distance behind her, until the totally obliterated the first wall they slammed into. The blades might follow someone right in front of them, but something moving forward with that much speed and power was never likely to be making any U-turns.

Kim stared with her jaw agape. “Woah! That is so not possible! That wasn’t even Zanghan’s technique!”

Tifa chuckled. “Yeah. Well I know Cloud’s fighting techniques pretty well too. Why not show me something original Kim?”

Even with her limit energies now drained and wasted, Kim didn’t quit. She ran at her opponent at an incredible speed, and once again started slashing at her once she came into range. This proved to be a mistake. Because even though Kim’s limit energies were gone, Tifa’s were now fully loaded.

When Kim attempted to slash down on Tifa with both daggers at once, she was stopped in her tracks. When her blades were caught in a pair of leather clad hands. No one had just caught Kim’s blades like that, not even Cloud. But she only had a few seconds to stare bewildered into brown eyes, before Tifa’s head shot forward and slammed into her face.

The head butt not only knocked Kim back, but allowed Tifa to snatch the daggers out of her hands, and drop them to the ground. Then while Kim was dazed, the brunette stepped forward and pushed her advantage. Now it was her moving in a blur as she threw punch after punch, pulling off left right combinations so fast, it was reminiscent of watching someone beating a drum.

And even Kim’s moves to defend herself were useless, she’d guard her left side, only to have a knee lifted into her right. While defending her face, she’d completely miss Tifa’s punches to her gut. The guest instructor was all over the Academy’s top pupil, and there was nothing that could be done to stop the onslaught.

Ron had never seen Kim being so totally dominated! Not even the General could hand Kim her own ass like this. And it wasn’t because Tifa was a better fighter than Cloud, but more because she knew Kim’s fighting style so well, that she knew every move she was going to make in advance. Everyone watching was wincing as Kim Possible was pummeled without mercy. Then all of a sudden, Tifa flipped over backwards, hitting Kim with a high kick so hard it sent her flying straight up. And she kept flying until she was little more than a speck in the sky.

After completing her somersault kick, Tifa landed back onto her feet, brushed a lock of hair out of her face and behind her ear then turned and spoke to the flabbergasted students that were watching. “Now there is an important lesson. No matter how good you are, there is always room for improvement. Always. Do not just regurgitate what you learn here at the Academy. Make the fighting techniques your own, be spontaneous and inventive. You never know when you’ll fight an enemy who knows the same things you do.”

The cadets all nodded, then started discussing it amongst themselves. All the while though, Tifa had been holding up her right fist and feeding it full of limit energies. In moments it was glowing with blinding white energy. “Now. If you’ll give me one moment.”

All of a sudden, Kim came dropping back down right behind Tifa. And before she could even hit the ground, Tifa spun around and punched her with a ferocious right cross. The glowing fist hit its mark hard, and caused a huge explosion of light so bright, everyone watching lifted their hands to protect their eyes. Kim was sent flying across the courtyard at such a high velocity, that she kicked up a long dust cloud in her wake. Then when she slammed into the wall of the main building, there was a huge explosion that sent a shower of splintered wood flying.

Tifa clapped the dust off her hands with a self satisfied smirk, and everyone, cadets and instructors alike just gawked. Kim had made a name for herself over the months, as the person to beat. Even the instructors were constantly being defeated by her, Cloud was the only one who could really dominate her. It seemed though, now there were two.

After a few minutes of silence, everyone started applauding. Tifa blushed, then looked back to the decimated portion of the main building. “Okay, I think we’ll take a twenty minute break, so you can all reflect on what you’ve learned and… um… we can get Kim a doctor.”

There was a little chuckling from the crowd at that, and Cloud came up beside his friend and frowned as he looked a the damage to the main building. “Reeve isn’t going to like this. Seems every time Kim has a sparring match, we have to repair something.”

“Come on Cloud, lets check on her.”

“I’m not too worried,” he commented. “That girl can take more punishment than most.”

They reached the devastation and found Kim half unconscious in the middle of it. “Not bad, Possible,” Tifa complimented. “How are you feeling?”

“Uhhh! I can’t feel my elbows!”

Cloud smirked, then called out. “Medic!”

Two cadets came up and looked in at Kim. “You okay, KP?” Ron asked.

“No big,” she groaned back. “Just some shattered bones and internal bleeding… I’ll walk it off.”

For a change, it was one of Kim’s jokes that made Yori giggle. Then she turned and bowed at Tifa. “It is a great honor to be taught by so formidable a warrior.”

She looked at Yori for a moment as if she was confused. “You have very good manners.”

“Thank you, Tifa Sama.”

“Are you sure you’re related to Yuffie?”

This even got a usually calm and collected Cloud snickering, and Yori failed to hold back her own chuckling at the comment.

“I want it on the record, that after I get out of my wheelchair, I want a rematch!” Kim groaned from where she still hadn’t moved.

Tifa turned and looked right into Kim’s determined green eyes. “I’ll think about it… Maybe when you graduate.”

Despite the obvious pain she was in, she smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”

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Tifa’s lesson had not only helped most all of the students improve, it had a humbling effect on Kim. As good as she was, she clearly had a lot of improving to do. So she kept learning all she could, now from instructors other than just Cloud. Making the most of every instructor in the Academy, and working on being more spontaneous and creative when she fought. She improved greatly because of it.

Ron and Yori’s relationship unfortunately didn’t last. Ron for some reason had decided to get perceptive, and had noticed something Yori had been doing. It turns out, that as a Second Class cadet she was put into more classes with Ron, and had much more time with him. And like many young women who are blinded by their affection for a guy, she had decided to do something foolish.

Ron had not taken long to notice that Yori was slacking and letting her grades slip. And though it upset the girl greatly he had put an end to the romantic aspect of their relationship right there. Said he would not allow her to hold herself back. They did however continue to spend just as much time together, Ron just refused all her attempts at any affection that went beyond hugging. They both decided that maybe a romance could wait until after graduation. Not that Yori wasn’t tempted to resume it a few times.

Another three months went by, and they were once again given two weeks of leave. And this time it was Kim’s turn to be left alone in Midgar. Ironically she had decided to surprise Ron with her trip for two to the Golden Saucer, only to be let down by a very upset Ron, who explained his plans with Yori.

Kim couldn’t help but feel she deserved it a little bit after forgetting about him last time. So she just told him to have fun, and spent her time at the Saucer with Monique.

Meanwhile Ron’s time in Yori’s home town was an ideal opportunity to rekindle their romance. At least it would have been, if not for Yori’s over protective twin brother, Hirotaka. The Sensei Ron had heard so much about took an instant liking to him, but Hirotaka was a different story. He did not like this outsider who his sister had bought home. And much to the anger of Yori, he made sure her and Ron were never given a private moment. Even threatened Ron a time or two.

Needless to say, this Hirotaka guy was a major party pooper, and seriously sucked the fun out of his time in Wutai. Ron could actually respect the fact that he loved his sister and wanted to protect her, but did he really have to be such a total jerk about it? Yori apologized profusely to him, when she put him on the bus back home to Middleton, and gave him a kiss on the mouth, which was more to anger Hirotaka than say goodbye to Ron.

And soon the training resumed again. Though staying close, Ron and Yori never got back together romantically. Ron continued his barely passable performance in all his classes, while both Kim and Yori excelled for the rest of the year. And in what seemed like no time their graduation ceremony was upon them.

And that’s about the time things starting to go wrong.

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To be continued…

Sorry for the way too long wait for this chapter. No really good excuse this time, just been a little lazy, pure and simple. But like I’ve promised before I will finish it. I actually have more ideas for stories I’d love to do, but I have to finish this one first. Please drop me a review and tell me what you think. I’ll have the next chapter out soon.

-Jawelik