I don't own these characters, as you probably know. Disney does.
A/N: okay, this story is gonna be rather tricky and there are a few things I suppose I should warn anyone trying to read it about. It's supposed to be set in the Tokugawa era of Japan (1600-1867), which I will admit to knowing general information on, but then I also had to make the KP universe fit into that world. In short, give the thing a chance before never looking at it again.
Another thing, any characters that lacked a name, be it first or last name, in the show, I'm giving a Japanese name, but characters that have a name in the show will keep that name. I'm hoping to avoid confusion.
This is also going to be a KiGo, which should be expected. Run if you don't like KiGo. Also a bit of Ron and Yori love. Eventually, there will be some sexual content. I hope you enjoy.
1: Into the Fox's Den
Director Betty sighed; she could not believe she was at this manor yet again. There was actually nothing wrong with her being there, but it bothered her all the same that she was there yet again. There was something about her having to come and recruit someone for a job when she had so many people at her disposal that rubbed her the wrong way. It was just that those people were not the same because they just were not this person. Even though she was not so certain this person would even be able to do what she needed her to do, but she had to chance it.
She also did not like coming to the manor because the family that lived there was… well… for lack of a better term, strange. Now, she was used to eccentric people. She came from an eccentric clan herself, but she believed they paled in comparison to this clan. She would rather not think about it, but it was kind of hard not think about it when she entered the manor.
"Stop trying to distract yourself and get on with it," she muttered to keep pushing herself forward, her steps quiet on the stone pathway leading to the house.
She always expected to see the twins in the front yard when she entered the gates, getting into some kind of trouble, but they were not there this time. The grass was probably appreciative of their absence considering some of the things those boys enjoyed doing in their spare time. Sometimes, the pair would be out there, seeming almost normal, like playing with a ball. But, most of the time, they would be out there, showing they had been born into the proper clan and injuring the grass, along with themselves a great deal of the time, typically with projectiles and fire. She supposed it was a good thing their mother was a doctor.
The boys seemed to take after their father, Possible James. Though their father had been born into the samurai class, he was more into doing engineering projects than anything else, making him very useful and therefore very much liked by the Shogun. Having the Shogun's favor helped keep the family name in high prestige.
The boys were into building, too, and often made chahakobi-ningyou (tea-serving dolls) or other toys for the elite classes to play with. But, their real passion seemed to lie in fireworks and that was how they tended to hurt the front yard more often than not. She had heard they were great to have around for festivals and celebrations, if not a little dangerous to have around, too. She was actually surprised they had not burned down the villa yet.
The boys' father actually designed fireworks in his spare time, which was also useful to the Shogun for popular festivals and other things. He was a very educated gentleman and the things he built were nothing short of amazing. Sometimes, he even made things she made use of. He was still an odd fellow, though.
She thought it was peculiar that out of everyone in such a well-known samurai family, there was only one real, practicing samurai among them, as far as martial arts went anyway. And that one warrior was unbelievable, to a disturbing extent.
She supposed it was unfair of her to consider the warrior disturbing. After all, she was certain there were whispers about her when she left a room that she was equally disturbing for many of the same reasons, even though she did not think she was so strange. Still, she thought it was telling for her to consider someone creepy considering who she was, not to mention the people she dealt with on a daily basis.
She was drawn out of her thoughts as the mistress of the manor greeted her. Another weird thing about the family was that they were samurai nobles, but they did not have any servants. It was not that they could not afford any, but they did not seem to want any. They seemed to like doing things on their own.
"Ohayo gozaimasu (good morning), Possible-sensei (1)," she greeted the mistress of the manor with a light bow.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Director-sama (2)," the redhead replied with a bright smile, bowing slightly as well.
Betty returned the smile, but it was a forced expression. She did not have anything against Ann, also known as Possible-sensei. There was just something about the woman that was a little, well, off. Betty was not sure if that was due to the family Ann had married into or if she had always been like that. She suspected Ann just seemed odd because of the family that she married into because Betty doubted anyone could measure up to the Possible strangeness without already being in the clan or having spent a lot of time around them.
"Please, come in," Ann said to Betty, motioning into the front room of the dwelling, the wide sleeve of her kimono swaying slightly.
Betty obliged and removed her zori (sandals) to enter the Possible home, her feet making no noise as they touched the wooden floor. They went through the standard things done by a host with Ann offering her food, drink, and the redhead being hospitable toward her guest by asking if there was anything at all that the one-eyed woman wanted. Betty declined because she was not there for a social call.
"No, I appreciate the offers, but I'm here for business," Betty explained, rather unnecessarily.
Ann nodded, knowing the routine. It was business as usual, as it always was. Betty would never come to the Possible villa for anything other than business. Not many people would go to the Possible home for anything more than business, even though they were all rather friendly people.
She had always heard the entire Possible clan was rather strange, but she had not met the whole clan to pass any judgments. She had met enough to know they were… different and she was being kind by putting it that way in many people's opinions. Ann was in that category of "different," even though she seemed like a nice enough woman.
"Maybe one, things will be different," Ann commented, politely, but there was something in her eyes. It was like a spark, as if she knew things Betty would never know and it actually made Betty a little uneasy. The look reminded Betty of the whispers about Ann.
There were rumors going around that Ann was either the daughter of a fox spirit or she was a fox spirit. Betty would like to say she did not believe in such nonsense, but it would explain some things if Ann were the child of a fox spirit or a fox herself. It would clear up why she was decidedly different. And, sometimes, when she smirked… well, it just seemed like there was something more than human behind those eyes. Still some of things said about the redheaded doctor were a little outlandish.
Betty was not sure what started the rumor, but she guessed it either had to do with the fact that Ann's hair was the color of a fox's fur or because people could not figure out what the woman was doing married to her husband. It was suspicious that a woman like Ann was with a guy like James, so people thought maybe she was a fox playing a trick. If she was playing a trick, it had the longest punch line of all time considering they had been together for seventeen years now. Was any prank worth that much time, even if one was an immortal?
If the marriage was not a trick, it was still used to support the fact that she might be a fox. Many people seemed to think she was too devoted to her husband, which was not something Betty could understand. She was not sure what "too devoted" meant, especially when it was between a husband and wife that cared about each other. When people started saying things like that, it just showed her that they had too much time on their hands and they needed to go do something with their lives.
Betty silently admitted she was curious how Ann was still sane living with a man like James. Yes, he was brilliant man, but he did not seem to be quite right in his head. Betty thought prolonged exposure to him should lead to madness. His children were quite mad, after all. Well, the twins were anyway.
"So, how is everything, Possible-sensei?" Betty inquired, if only to stop thinking about being in the presence of a fox spirit. She did not want to come right out and say why she was there for some reason, even though they both knew why she was there. It just seemed rude.
"Everything is fine," Ann answered with a demure smile.
"I noticed your husband isn't around," Betty commented to make conversation.
"He took the boys out. How's everything with you?" Ann asked courteously. She knew she was not going to get the true answer. She often suspected she did not want to know what went on in Betty's life. She actually did not even know what Betty truly did. She just had a vague idea, which was all the brown-haired warrior wanted her to have.
"Fine," Betty lied, as expected.
"She's where she always is when you come by. Creature of habit and all," Ann remarked with a fond smile, motioning ahead of them.
"She's a creature of habit?" Betty inquired incredulously.
Ann only laughed. She supposed it was a bit misleading to call her a creature of habit. She guessed that it was actually just wrong to label her at all. There was no accurate label for her, except maybe "Possible."
Betty did not say anything after that question. There was no need to pretend, especially since Ann knew why she was there. So, she left to go find the only practicing samurai left in what had been a rather famous samurai line. Perhaps her offspring will be the ones to revive the true warrior spirit in the Possible family, but I doubt I'll know for some years now. She went out to the back of the manor and found Kim where she always was for some reason, working out on plum flower poles.
Kim had a vast collection plum flower poles of varying heights, which were usually found at training schools on the continent, but Kim had some right in her home. They were set up in a space in the garden of the manor. There was actually a whole area in the garden just for her to do her exercises. She worked out on her plum flower poles everyday, which was also odd. She was a samurai, so most people would expect her to train with her katana everyday rather, but Kim had to be a strange sort of samurai. Betty suspected it was because Kim was a Possible.
Kim was a samurai who acted like a ninja, some of the teen's friends said. They were not too sure what kind of warrior to label her as, so they just threw anything at her. They probably only referred to her as a samurai because she carried around the necessary swords of her class. If there was no class code, they would have no idea what Kim was when it came to combat.
Betty watched the young lady for a moment. Kim moved easily from pole to pole while working with a jian (3) of all swords. Leave it to Kim to combine training she should not even be doing. It was all right for the redhead to be working on the plum flower poles because at least it worked on her balance, but Betty could not see the point of the girl working with the jian.
Kim was the reason Betty was willing to believe Ann might be a kitsune (fox) or at least the offspring of one. Kim was an incredible person, even for this family line. She could do some extraordinary things, more so than almost anyone Betty had ever met. Something had to be in that girl's blood aside from what was in most regular humans, so it would make sense that her mother was a fox spirit.
There was the rumor going around among younger people that Kim herself was the fox of the family. They even claimed she turned into a fox a few times right in front of them. Betty had never seen such a thing and she really did not want to if it was the truth. She knew enough about the girl to last a couple of lifetimes.
"Kim-dono (4)," Betty called to get the teen's attention. She addressed the younger female with respect because she did respect the girl and she also required Kim's help, so she was going to be as polite as possible. Kim was probably the only person that got her polite side when she required assistance. Others were just ordered around.
The redheaded teenager turned at the sound of her name, but she made sure to stay on the one plum flower pole she stood on. She held the jian pointing forward and stood on one leg, as if she was still in the motions of her practice. And then she noticed who had come to pay her a visit.
"Director-sama," Kim greeted the older woman with a pleasant smile.
"Spare a minute?" Betty requested, even though it was more an order. It was just that Kim would never think to turn her down, so she made it sound like she was requesting something of the girl.
Kim leaped off of the plum flower pole as if it was something she did everyday, which it was. She landed with ease on the ground. She also sheathed her jian in its scabbard, which was on her back. She then bowed slightly to greet Betty properly. Betty bowed slightly, too.
"Since when do you work with a straight sword?" the one-eyed woman inquired, nodding to the weapon on her back.
Kim shrugged a little. "For a while now. I'm trying to get a better feel for it, just in case I ever run into an opponent that wields on. I want to understand the sword enough to be able to hold my ground against it and defeat it if necessary."
"That's a good plan. You're always thinking about ways to improve," Betty commented and from what she could tell, that was the truth all around. Whatever Kim did, no matter how well she did it, the teen seemed to always want to get better.
"Well, I do want to make it home from any mission I get, so I need to improve," Kim replied.
Betty nodded to that line of reasoning. Kim was always thinking ahead, which was what made her a fantastic warrior and which more than likely assured why she did make it home from every mission that she had. Kim was rather like a manuscript of fighting and weapons techniques as well as strategies, which was why her friends were not sure what to call her when it came to combat. Her ability to learn, adjust, and adapt would serve her well for what Betty needed her to do.
"So, are you here to give me a new mission or checking on your nephew's betrothed?" Kim asked with a smile.
The one-eyed woman did not bother to answer because Kim knew the answer. Kim was set to marry Betty's nephew, Will. He was the son of Betty's younger sister. While Betty cared about Will a great deal, she never went to the Possible home to check on the woman he was supposed to marry. It was not that she did not care about the setup, but she was too busy and she knew there was no need to check on Kim.
While Kim was strange girl, possibly the daughter of a fox spirit, she was still quite the proper young woman. She knew how to handle herself as a lady when the time called for it, just like she knew how to handle herself as a warrior when the time called for that. It was going to be a grand thing when their families united under the marriage between Kim and Will. She just hoped Will could handle being married to a girl he looked at more as a rival than as a woman. Betty would actually be surprised if Will knew Kim was female… and if he understood what it would mean to be married to her.
"How is Will-san?" Kim asked, adding the honorific just because she was respectful.
Betty waved the question off, as they both knew Kim did not care about how Will was. "He's fine," she said just go through the motions of polite conversation.
Kim and Will. They were almost funny to think about as a couple, funny in an almost tragic sense. Whenever they were near each other, they seemed out to prove something. Will was trying to prove Kim was inferior to him and he was not even looking to do it because she was woman. He was just looking to do it because whenever she was around, he perceived she was trying to do his job better than he could. He disliked being shown up by anyone, but now especially by Kim because she did it time and time again. Making matters worse, people seemed to think she was superior to Will and he hated when people praised her when he was around.
Kim always seemed out to prove she was either Will's equal or better than he was. She wanted him to accept it. She wanted him to respect her because she felt that she deserved respect from any and everyone. She could do anything he could do and he needed to learn that as far as she was concerned. He was not special in her eyes and he did not seem to know how to handle that, except by making her beneath him in his eyes.
When the teens finally did get married, they would surely be quite a couple to watch. They might actually need some serious supervision considering the fact that they had gotten into sword fights a few times throughout their lives and if they were not getting into sword fights, it was fists fights. They fought with each other as if they were enemies more than anything else. Betty would not be surprised if one of them died and that was how the marriage would be ended. All she could wonder was how long it would take for things to come to that. She also wondered if they would even bother to make it look like an accident.
In fact, one of the reasons Kim and Will had not been married yet was because their families were scared to leave them alone in a room. Really, who knew what might happen. They figured they would wait for Kim and Will to grow out of their "petty" differences and then have them get married.
Will and Kim did not see their differences as "petty." Their differences were massive as all outside as far as they were concerned and could only be conquered by Will acknowledging Kim as an equal in the redhead's opinion. For Will, the only way things could be worked out was if Kim yielded that she was inferior to him and she would cease her pretense of being a warrior. Either of those options might take a while… like several lifetimes.
"I'm here for business, Kim-dono," Betty informed the redhead.
"All right. Do you want tea?" Kim offered, even though she was pretty certain her mother had already made the same proposal. Her mother always did, after all.
"No, your mother already offered," the one-eyed woman answered.
"All right. Shall we talk out here or do you want to go inside?" Kim asked, glancing over at the house.
"Perhaps I should let you get into some drier, cleaner clothes," Betty replied.
Kim nodded in appreciation of suggestion. Her clothing, a pair of black hakama (wide-legged pants), which were tied up with her zori straps, and a light, white yukata (informal summer kimono), were drenched in sweat. She had been working out since her brothers left, which was hours ago. With her brothers gone, she would not have to worry about them play tricks on her while she was trying to train herself. She wished her father took those two out everyday.
"I'll only be a moment," Kim said before turning away.
Betty waited in the garden while Kim went to clean herself up. The redhead trotted off, grabbing her katanas, which were close by as they always were. The teen never let those weapons out of her sight. Kim had an odd habit of carrying three swords instead of the two swords mandatory of someone of her class. She had two long swords and one short sword. One of the long swords, Betty had never seen the girl draw from the scabbard. She was fairly certain no one had ever witnessed Kim pull that one, which was held in a white sheath while the other weapons were kept in red covers.
With time on her hands, the one-eyed woman allowed her mind to wander and she wondered about the katana Kim never allowed to leave its case. She was not the only one who wondered. Anyone who knew Kim, especially fellow warriors, wondered why she had a sword she never used. People asked her about it on occasion, but Kim never really gave a straight answer. Sometimes, she would just shrug, as if she did not know why she never used the blade.
No one knew what to think about Kim never using one of her swords. They knew she could use her katana as well as anyone else. After all, they had seen her fight countless times. But, because of the the sword was always on her hip and never out of the scabbard, rumors sprang up about the blade just like rumors sprang up about the sword's owner.
Some of the funnier ones claimed that there was no blade in the scabbard. Apparently, some people were ready to believe that Kim was walking around with the hilt and hand guard of a sword for no reason. While she was a strange girl, she took being a samurai very seriously and would never just walk around with an empty saya (scabbard) especially if she knew how ridiculous it looked for her to have the three swords on her small waist.
Judging by the length of the scabbard, the sheathed sword might have just been too long for Kim to wield properly. Betty suspected that was the reason the weapon was never drawn, but it was probably a family heirloom and Kim carried it around for guidance from her ancestors or luck or anything along those lines. But then again, there was always a chance the sword in the scabbard was not as long as the cover was, which would blow her theory out of the water.
She would not put it past Kim to have a short sword hidden in the saya of her long sword, but still that did not explain why she never drew the weapon. Some people speculated the sword had some kind of magic or power or something else. Things like that made people attempt to steal the weapon, but no one had succeeded in doing such a thing yet.
Kim was very protective of the unused sword, which was another reason Betty suspected that it was a family heirloom. The usually friendly teen often lost her temper if anyone so much as reached for the weapon. She refused to let anyone hold it, or touch it, and she was known to chastise anyone for even looking at the sword, even those who outranked her. Now, Betty understood a sword was never just a sword to a samurai, but Kim did not act the same with it came to her other swords.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Kim apologized as she returned to the garden, looking refreshed and neat. She now had on red hakama with a pink kimono. She bowed to add to her apology and show it was genuine.
Betty waved the words off. "It's quite all right. I'd rather wait than for you to stand here uncomfortably filthy." It would not do to trivialize anything about Kim right now when she was about to ask a favor of the girl.
"Well, thank you, ma'am. So, since you're not here to check on me, I'm guessing I've got a mission to uphold," Kim said.
The older warrior only nodded. She sometimes wondered if Kim thought she was just using the little redhead since she only came by for missions, even though someday soon they would be family. Kim was always polite and full of smiles, like the rest of her family, but she was a little less naïve than the rest of her family, having seen a lot in her short life. So, sometimes, Betty wondered if behind those olive eyes if Kim was actually cursing her for treating her like a tool rather than a future niece.
"I've been led to believe that a daimyo (samurai lord) is trying to hatch a scheme to take over the government," Betty started.
"Another one?" Kim sighed, her shoulders slumping. It seemed like every week someone was trying to overthrow the Shogunate. Were people really that bored?
Betty understood the reaction. "Yes, another one. He's right here in Edo as we speak plotting such a thing."
Kim nodded for a moment. "Wait a second, if he's right here in the city, what do you need me for?" she asked, pointing to herself. At this point, the Shogun's warriors should have picked the guy up and moved on.
It seemed to Kim that Betty really had no use for her. The scoundrel attempting to overthrow the government was right in the Shogun's front yard, which pretty much made the fellow right in Betty's hands, which should have made him practically crucified already. As far as Kim was concerned, they should not even be having this conversation.
"I need more than hearsay that this plan is going to be executed. It's a very delicate operation because of the parties involved," Betty said and she noticed Kim was going to ask another question, so she stopped the teen. "I need you to gather this information for me to prove this lord is trying to take over the government," the one-eyed woman explained.
"Well, I shall do my part. All you need do is tell me," Kim replied.
"I expected as much from you, Kim-dono," the elder female said in sort of a praising tone.
Kim was always ready to help, especially if she believed that she was doing the right thing. Betty was glad that the olive-eyed girl was like that since the teen was highly competent. She wished that the redhead would join her staff. But then again, with Kim on her team, Will would blow him top and it would lead to a mess that she did not even want to think about.
"I need you to do some undercover work. Do you think you could handle it?" Betty inquired.
"Anything's possible for a Possible," Kim answered in a confident tone. It was the family motto, even present on their family seal.
Kim's one character flaw in Betty's opinion was that the helpful teen had no humility. She jumped into anything, even before she knew what it was. She just swore she could do it, which was something that always put her at odds with Will. He seemed to resent she seemed to leap without looking and could actually do anything if her track record was any indication of her ability.
Now, Kim was ready to jump into doing undercover work, even though it was something she had never done before. Usually when Betty enlisted Kim's aid, it was for her to track, contain, and return someone. The redhead was just about the fastest person with or without a horse and she had yet to let a fugitive escape. She was great for recovering people and goods.
Kim was also good for sending to help people in distress, but that was something the girl did more on her own. Something like that was not Betty's affair. The point of the matter was that Kim was more an upfront and personal type agent to use and not accustomed to working subtly and undercover, especially in the manner that Betty wanted her for.
"All right, Kim-dono. If you think you're up to this assignment, tell me now," the one-eyed woman said.
"I am very much up for any assignment," Kim declared while making a fist as a display of her strength and talent. She could do anything.
"Then I need you to go undercover as a geisha," Betty stated and Kim's expression dropped from one of confidence to one of utter disbelief as soon as the words reached her ears.
"Geisha?" the redhead echoed to make sure she heard right.
"Yes," Betty confirmed. If she was a lesser soul, she certainly would be laughing at the girl's expression right now. Perhaps Kim had just learned a valuable lesson — never agree to do something without knowing what that something was.
Next time: things get weirder as Yori is recruited for this mission and you get to see who's going to whip Kim and Yori into form.
1: -sensei: doctor (M.D), teacher, master, or title used when talking to people in certain professions.
2: -sama: formal Mr., Mrs., Ms. Or addressing someone of high ranking.
3: Jian: a straight sword that is meant to pierce and is light and maneuverable. Pretty much like the sword from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
4:-dono: last time I checked it was an honorific title for samurai or to express that you see someone as an equal out of respect. If I'm wrong, let me know.
A/N: okay, so, if you spotted anything wrong with this, let me know. I want the story to be enjoyable and halfway accurate, even though it's a strange blend for me with history and the KP universe.