Kigo

In the Middle by StarvingLunatic 5

Chapter 5: Ground Zero
I don't own these characters. I also don't own Sesame Street.

The usual warning about typos stands; there are probably plenty of them.

5: Ground Zero

Kim and Shego stood outside of their little kung-fu school. They were rather proud of it, even though it was only a couple of weeks old. Still, it worked out to be a very wonderful gift from their thoughtful girlfriend.

"If only you could be so thoughtful," Kim teased Shego, bumping the older woman with her hip. She had been saying this since they opened the school.

"If only your brats could be normal," Shego countered, referring to Kim's students. Kim shot her a glare and she smirked, looking insufferable and smug, especially when she crossed her arms over her chest.

Shego had taken on the older and more skilled people that had come to join their school, leaving Kim with the children's classes and the novice groups. It was actually a wise decision since Kim was the more patient one out of the two and she had a soft spot for children, but she would have liked to have some of the more advanced students, just to have some students to teach some of her own moves to. Instead, she was stuck teaching the basics more often than not.

Their school was a two-story building with a lot of room, which they had gotten creative with. Kim had taken the downstairs part of the building, which they guessed used to be a small retail store from the way that it was set up. She situated things, so that the classes that would be held there would be on display for anyone passing by to see because the space where it was positioned in front of the window. Kim held her youngster class in the area on Saturday mornings, so that if any kid passed by with their parents, they would be able to look inside and see what their peers were doing and hopefully want to join in.

"My 'brats' will probably help us get more students than anything you do," Kim pretended to sneer.

Shego scoffed. "Please. Once people stop and look at what I'm doing, we'll eventually have to actually turn people down."

Shego took command of the display area in the afternoons when she had her advance classes, so that if anyone wandered by, they could see how disciplined and skilled her students were. She thought it might get some more students in their fledgling school. They could certainly use more students.

None of their classes had more than five students in them at the moment. They had classes every morning and afternoon, except for Sundays. Sunday was the day that all three of them spent together just doing nothing around the house and enjoying the hell out of it.

The weekday morning classes, Kim took an area they created upstairs. It was more like a daycare than kung-fu class, but the few students she had were very serious about learning martial arts and she was very serious about teaching them. Shego was not sure if the kids fed off of Kim or if Kim fed off of them, but everything seemed intense around those little ones. They showed up with their little training gis and hung on every word that came out of Kim's mouth, which she thought was too cute because they were all four-year-olds. They were just about the most adult four-year-olds that Kim had ever met, though.

Shego's morning classes consisted of college students for the most part. It would seem they did not have morning classes and so, they came to learn and practice their kung-fu. They were good advertising actually because Shego's mornings ended up being booked through out the week because her students ended up telling their friends about the class and they came to sign up. Classes were paid through monthly dues, so they just showed up whatever time they were free for lessons.

Their afternoons were similar. Kim had school kids of different ages, depending on what day it was. They switched who would use the display room on those days, using weird methods. Sometimes a game of "rock, paper, scissors" determined who got the display room, other times it would be who could call it first, they flipped coins for it sometimes, and there were dozens of others rather immature ways for them to pick who had the room.