I also wanted to note that I do, in fact, stand corrected by Alice Shade. Alice pointed out that I used the term ‘gatling gun’ when I meant to say grappling hook gun. Thanks for pointing that out I’ll be sure to correct it in the future. In addition to that, I wanted to say to Alice that I’ve read your Old Flames fic and I love it so far. ;) I’ve noticed that you seem to know a great deal about different guns, so if I do something else wrong, please point it out for me? I am sorry that the Rin/Rysha thing gets on your nerves, but it’s a little enjoyment I get out of writing and posting this fic. After all, that’s the reason I’m typing now, because I like writing. Why else write a fanfic that you’ll never get a cent out of? ;) Anyway, thanks for the review!Rin: sniff I wanted to thank everyone for reviewing congratulate you guys on getting me to write more. I’m not going to bother trying to give excuses for the late update, I know I’m bad. Sits in the corner with a dunce cap on I’ve just been wrapped up in a lot of stuff lately, but feel free to punish me if you deem it necessary. ;)
Rysha: takes away her chocolate supply and gives her a giant fruit basket Bad Rin! Write more you worthless pile of crap!
Rin: Aw, that’s just MEAN! I wasn’t talking about that kind of punishment!
Rysha: I know. Her pointed ears slightly droop Although I probably deserve to be punished too seeing as I haven’t updated my story in a while either. There has just been so much shit going on lately.
Rin: Yeah I know… Draw Koji, damn you! If you won’t write, then draw Koji! sniff I need a hug…
Rysha: I’ll draw him as soon as I finish what I’m drawing in the new BIG artbook.
Rin: Teehee, BIG. …I’m so juvenile sometimes…
Rysha: Yeah, you are…
Rin: bops Rysha on the head You weren’t supposed to agree with me!
Rysha: Ohhh… so that was a rhetorical statement. Ok. Oh, and to the person who reviewed that you were born to write yaoi… YOU ROCK!
Rin: sniff I always enjoy compliments…. But don’t encourage her… You have to read Rin/Rysha, I have to listen to it 24-7!
Rysha: She can write it so well though cuz I started shoving yaoi fanfics/picture/info/anything else that I could starting 3 years ago. Yuri came in about 6 months later. CoughMihoshiKiyonecough
Rin: cries loudly in the corner I even hear her in my head! Life is not fair sometimes… blinks and looks up hopefully Hey! It’s Valentine’s Day…. runs over to Rysha Wanna be my valentine?
Rysha: Hey! That’s a great idea! Walking off calling out DUOOOOOOO! HEEEEEERO!
Rin: pouts I take it back, life isn’t fair, it’s CRUEL!Chapter 4
Back at the Possible house, Jim and Tim had just finished their latest experiment. After they failed to replicate their A.I., Norkie, they had decided to make new improvements in him. Norkie didn’t really mind, he just liked the attention.
“Whew! Done here!” Jim yelled and stepped back to survey his work.
Norkie sat on the edge of the table, blinking his big eyes up at the tweebs. His fur, as usual, was sticking up in all directions, giving him his nickname of ‘the green fur ball’. Two tiny feet poked out from the bottom of the fur mass, giving him an utterly adorable look.
“Go on, try it!” Tim told the fur ball. Norkie blinked at him, then shut his eyes and concentrated. His shape began to change. Wires shot upwards, enveloping him, forming into his skin and molding his new body. Once a section had formed and solidified, ‘skin’ crawled upwards and covered it. The entire change only took a matter of seconds.
Norkie stood in front of them, not as a ball of fur, but as a human. Well, humanoid. A shock of emerald hair grew down past his shoulders. Dark green eyes peered out from between the strands of hair that covered his face. He brought up a hand and brushed the hair behind his pointed ears, revealing a chiseled face that somehow managed to look innocent as well. A small rectangular marking lay a little bit over a longer rectangle that started at his left cheekbone, the only thing identifying him as inhuman. (1)
“Whoa…” Jim and Tim breathed in unison.
Norkie blinked, but otherwise didn’t move.
“Well, do something!” Jim urged, hopping up and down impatiently.
Norkie slid off the table top and stood, slightly unbalanced on his feet.
“Like what?” he asked calmly. His voice sounded smooth and low and completely human.
“HOOSHA!” the tweebs yelled and high-fived.
The sudden action startled the A.I. and his arm opened up, a laser appearing on the top of his wrist. The laser began firing randomly, exploding harmless pieces of furniture as Norkie grabbed at it, trying frantically to make it stop. When that failed, Norkie panicked and ran up the stairs to the ground levels.
Jim and Tim had dived behind a bookcase in the frenzy. When they saw their A.I. go running for the steps, they ran after in pursuit.
“Calm down, Norkie! Calm down!” Tim yelled after him.
“Well, it’s a good thing he only destroyed the basement…” Jim muttered.
Norkie burst through the door and raced across the kitchen, freezing when he came face to face with Mrs. Possible. Mrs. Possible turned, noticed Norkie and dropped the pan she’d been holding. Her eyes widened as she stared at the completely naked ‘man’ before her. Norkie’s eyes darted back and forth like a trapped creature and he felt his pulse increase due to his panic. They ray on his arm disappeared. Before he could be relieved, another one appeared on his other arm.
Mrs. Possible managed to tear her eyes from the scene before her and grabbed her cell phone, dialing a number.
“Kim! Norkie-well, I think it’s Norkie, is on a rampage. How far away are you? He doesn’t listen to the rest of us!”
“Uh…too far away. We’ll be at least another twenty minutes. Can Ron help?”
“We need you. He always seems to calm in your presence. You call Ron and see if he can do anything.” She hung up as the tweebs ran into the room.
“Norkie! Your defense mechanism is triggered by your behavioral patterns. You need to relax or it’ll get worse!” Tim tried to explain.
Then Mr. Possible came in, rubbing his hands together. “Hey guys, what’s for d-” He froze. “Why is there a strange, naked man in our kitchen?” He ducked quickly when a beam of white light appeared where his head had been a second ago.
All the Possible’s in the house took cover as he randomly began firing, unable to control himself. Strangely enough, the beam didn’t leave a trace of explosion or charred surfaces behind. If it wasn’t coming from a ray on an A.I. (2) forearm, it would seem like a pure beam of light. This went on for a while until Ron showed up with Felix.
Felix came through the door, startling the already panicky Norkie. The ray picked up on Norkie’s distress and fired at Felix, hitting him directly in the chest. He slumped forward limply.
“Felix!” Ron shouted but had to dodge another beam. Norkie’s eyes darted for an opening. He started to run but stopped when he realized there was nowhere to go. The A.I. knew something though. If he stayed here with his uncontrolled technology, someone else was going to get hurt. He had to get out. The two boys were blocking the door, so Norkie closed his eyes and leaped through the closest window, sending glass flying.
“No!” the tweebs wailed as their creation disappeared into the night.
Mrs. Possible rushed over to where the boys were huddled. Ron was frantically trying to check his pulse when she knelt down and batted his hands away. His pulse was still strong, but he showed no sign of movement. Mrs. Possible checked his eyes, pulling up the lids.
“Out cold…but alive,” she said smiling at the white faced Ron blinking up at her in relief. “He can sleep it off in the den. (3) I believe there’s a pull out bed. Would you like to stay the night, Ron?”
“Sure thing, Dr. P!” he replied enthusiastically. He picked Felix up out of his wheelchair and carried him to the den. Once he had closed the door behind him, Mrs. Possible turned to her sons with a look of death upon her face. The boys froze.
“But it-”
“-wasn’t supposed to happen this way!”
“We calculated the functions of the…”
“We didn’t count on Norkie having that much of a reaction!”
“It’s not our fault,” they said together.
Their mother fixed them with a piercing look. They fell silent and hung their heads.
“I have one word for you: grounded!” she gritted out between clenched teeth.
“Busted,” Tim said.
“Hoosha,” Jim agreed weakly.
When Kim finally got home she wasn’t prepared for the effects of Norkie on her home. She glanced at the scorch marks on the leading down into the basement with apprehension. She found her mother in the kitchen.
“What-” Before Kim could finish, her mom spoke up.
“Your brother’s gave Norkie the ability to morph into human form. When they did this they added a few new toys.” She motioned to the basement.
“But…Norkie wouldn’t do all this!” Kim answered, a bit startled by her brothers actually managing to pull it off.
“He would if he got scared,” Mrs. Possible said softly.
She was right. Kim remembered how he used to be when he was still a fluffy ball and the damage he could do then. She could only imagine how much he could do now.
“So we have a dangerous, naked A.I. running loose in the streets of Middleton,” her mom told her.
“He’s naked? How-”
“I guess he can’t morph clothes.” Dr. P shrugged. “Oh and Ron and Felix are staying in the den tonight. Felix got shot by Norkie.” At Kim’s look of distress, she laid her fears to rest. “He’s fine. The beam didn’t seem to do anything other than stun him, he’s unconscious.”
Kim relaxed. “Well, I better tell Shego…” Kim sighed.
“I thought she was with you? Weren’t you doing something for your father?” questioned Kim’s mom.
“Yeah…She um, decided she wasn’t in a talking mood so she went home.” Kim grinned at the memory of the near hysterical Shego trying with all her might to keep her hands over her mouth the entire flight. She had refused to remove them and even went to the lengths of using her knees, feet and elbows to land the ship. Kim, of course, had to ask the dark haired vixen questions. She remembered what it was like when she and Ron had been hit with a truth ray over at one of Drakken’s lairs. It had been utterly embarrassing. Kim wondered what had caused the truth effects on Shego. She hadn’t been hit by a ray… In fact, the night had been perfectly normal. But something must have happened in that tomb, there was no other way something like that could happen. But…nothing did happen…or… Kim rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
She pulled out her communicator and dialed Shego’s cell. Shego had gotten a cell phone over the summer only at Kim’s insistence. She needed to be able to call the villainess if it was an emergency. Ron loved it. It was new and shiny and had more games than Kim’s communicator.
Shego slammed the door behind her and squeezed the water out of her hair. It had started raining on the way back, just her luck. Sodden, she stomped into her room and began peeling her wet clothing off. Today had to have been one of the worst days of her life. Shego pulled on a black halter top and a pair of green shorts. She took out the small crystal she had hidden and gazed at it thoughtfully. Her emerald gaze fell on a small box near her bed. Shego walked over to it, knelt down and pulled the small silver chain out. After a few minutes of work, she stood up with the crystal on a small silver chain and placed it around her neck. For safe keeping until a buyer could be found, of course.
Her head snapped around when her cell phone went off. She crouched by her wet clothes and took it out, staring at the screen. It was Kim. Before she had even touched the tiny device, she knew it was Kim. Shego hesitated, staring at the ringing phone. In her current state, Shego wasn’t sure if she was ready to talk to the red head. She just wasn’t ready; she needed to get control over whatever was wrong with her first. In the end, she turned the cell off. Her heart sank. She had to do this by herself…she felt so alone. Shego straightened her shoulders, a determined gleam in her eyes. Shego was used to being alone. She would be fine.
Shego suddenly jerked and whirled around, sensing the presence of someone in the room. She narrowed her eyes dangerously at the man standing calmly in the middle of her bedroom…dripping on her floor, Shego noted with a grimace.
Green hair and eyes adorned his chiseled features, making him stand out slightly from the ordinary person. He was also very, very naked. He was taller than Shego, but somehow didn’t seem intimidating. Shego took all of this in, silently appraising the newcomer. Something felt…off. He didn’t feel right. Shego had learned over the years that the only reason she was still alive was because she listened to that little voice inside her telling her when something was wrong. He made no move to attack, so they both watched each other quietly.
“I didn’t know where to go…” he said softly.
Shego didn’t reply, she merely regarded him thoughtfully.
“I remembered this place, so this was where I headed. You helped me before, so…” the man trailed off. “And whether or not you like it… I trust you.”
“I don’t know you. Get out,” Shego told him firmly, a threat buried somewhere in her statement.
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
Shego looked at him, annoyed with a hand on her hip. She checked her nails as they erupted in green flame.
“No. I. Don’t,” she growled word by word.
“Stubborn.”
“You’re just lucky, I guess,” she sneered at him.
“I’m Norkie.” He took a step forward.
“Um, yeah. Short and fuzzy meets tall and muscled. Riiiight.” Shego snorted.
He held up his hands. “Honest. We met in a bank.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Common knowledge.”
“You startled me and I, uh, made a bit of a mess. Sorry about your wrist, I didn’t mean to wrench you like that,” he looked sheepish.
“Lucky shot,” Shego sniffed. “If I hadn’t underestimated you, you’d be a black soot ball by now.” She lowered her hands and the flame disappeared. “So, Norkie, how did you come to be standing naked in the middle of my bedroom?”
Norkie beamed at her and a small rumbling started at the back of his throat. He was…purring.
“Okay, that cinches it. Only you could be dumb enough to purr at a time like this…” Shego covered her eyes with a hand and shook her head.
The purring only intensified as Shego went to grab a towel. Shego shook her head. There’s going to be a dark spot where the water ruined the finish on the floor. Kim’s gonna kill me…
1. Rysha: I have a drawing done of Norkie that I’m going to have to post sometime soon. Maybe when Rin finally gets her website up and running.
Rin: Yeah, when I finally get some time away from the damn teacher! She won’t stop talking to me droops and cries
Rysha: Sometimes it’s good to be ignored.
Rin: mmmhm.
2. Rin: Voyeuristic Artificial Intelligence! Um… ANYWAY…. I’m thinking he’s kind of like a Chobit! If anyone’s read the series?
Rysha: Basically for those of you who don’t know, a chobit is a robot that looks exactly like a human,(except for the funky ear things happy RIN?) that has the mind of a human. It has no programming and thinks entirely for it’s self.
Rin: Itself. Also, maybe kind of like Rommie? (Andromeda)
3. Rin: If they don’t have a den, they do now! Um… hehe?