Welcome, readers of Kim Possible FanFiction. I present to you MMP Twist Exchange. The beginning of the chapter will start similar to the episode exchange, but with a few twists. The most obvious being Ron doesn't go to save the sword. I have plans for a two-part story. This, and another one, which I am titling Hana Stoppable vs Ron Stoppable: Battle of the Ninjas, will be the two books in the series. I hope you enjoy Chapter 1.
Chapter 1
Ron's P.O.V.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Not so fast." I cried in pain as Yori helped me move to my room. Every part of my body was sore and bruised from the places the Bo Staff hit me, while I had been training. Every step felt like a knife was going through my feet. I was so glad I was leaving tomorrow. I didn't know how much more punishment my body could take.
My name is Ron Stoppable, and I was an average high schooler who went on dangerous missions with Kim Possible, my best friend since Pre-K.. Although most of my work as a sidekick involved distracting the villain or hitting a self-destruct button, I worked well with her. Even though she frequently saved my ass, I helped watch her back and occasionally saved the day, while she used her cheerleading skills to dodge hazardous materials that would have otherwise severely injured her.
"Listen, maybe I'm not cut out for this ninja school stuff, Yori," I admitted.
"It has been harder for you than Rufus-San." Yori, the attractive Japanese ninja who picked me up at the airport, noted. Yori had on the school's white ninja suit, which paled in comparison to her black eyes and black shoulder length hair.
I stole a glance at Rufus who was meditating under the nearby apple tree. Seconds later his eyes snapped open.
"Hiiiiiyaaa!" Rufus cried jumping up. He ran up the tree and with the swiftness of a ninja chopped off a branch, causing ten or so apples to fall. Then, with amazing speed, he dashed back and forth eating them all before they hit the ground. He let out a contempt burp and rested under the tree.
'It's not fair,' I thought.
Rufus, my naked mole rat, was my best friend and had been for a couple years. I got him on sale at Smarty Mart and gave him a normal life. The two of us did everything together, from Bueno Nacho to missions. Sometimes he even helped me with my homework. Somehow, he was smarter than I was, yet, it never bothered me. I had a friend with me at all times.
"But you must not give up. Even a mighty river was once a stream," Yori encouraged.
"But I'm a trickle," I complained. Already a master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar, I was heavily discouraged, being the worst student there. Rufus, who was also a master, fit in greatly. I knew the material; it was just taking me a long time to activate it consciously. I had no doubt that I could use Tai Shing Pek Kwar in an emergency, if I needed. I badly wanted to show Yori what I could do, but, I couldn't, and that made me sad.
By the time I had managed to limp my way back to my room, Rufus had already crawled back into my pocket.
"I believe in you, Stoppable-San." Yori assured me, "Goodnight." Yori turned to leave, but hesitated. She quickly turned around and kissed me on the cheek, causing me to blush. She then left.
"Aaaah." I sighed love-struck. "Call me Ron-San." I stepped inside, closed the door and, unable to help myself, cheered, "Yeah! I love this place."
Ignoring how sore I was, I pulled out the bed from the wall and slipped in, a huge grin still on my face.
"Ron-San is going to sleep like a baby tonight," I said. Rufus climbed out from under my bed and asked, "Huh?"
"No," I snapped, "I don't mean waking up every two hours calling for my mama."
Exhausted and beat up, I closed my eyes and went to sleep. Instead of hearing Yori's voice, for I would almost certainly dream about her, the next noise I heard was a ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
Mistaking the alarm for our wake up call, I fumbled around for my Bo Staff, which I used in the morning, found it, and walked through the door again.
"I'm up! I'm up!" I groaned; my eyes too tired to open up, "Alright. First the Dragon Course. I'm there."
A sudden blast of cold air woke me up. Brrrrrrrrrrr. Glancing around, I saw no one. The moon and stars gave off the only light that morning, or night, I wasn't sure which.
'Dang. It's dark. Where is everyone.' For the next several minutes, I touched the air hoping a ninja student would be there. I couldn't find anyone.
"Where is everybody?" I desperately cried. I heard some chatter and turned around. Rufus was chattering urgently, as if trying to tell me something. Yori came out running towards me seconds later.
"It is the alarm," Yori explained, fear written all over her face, "The Lotus Blade has been stolen."
I gasped in surprise. What idiot would steal the Lotus Blade in a place like this?
"How? Aren't there night ninja guards or something?" I asked.
"Admittedly, there are some. However, Fukushima as well as Otai denied seeing anything. They have already been questioned. By the way, Sensei has requested your presence in the temple." Yori explained.
"At this hour?"
"Yes, Stoppable-San."
"Lead the way," I sighed, not as eager to meet Sensei. I really wanted to go back to sleep and forget this week ever happened. Yori led me past my room, past the kitchen, past the gardens, and to a temple that was located near the entrance.
"Greetings, Stoppable-San." Sensei greeted from the darkness. I followed his voice and saw him seated at a table for four. The remaining three seats were empty.
"Good er….morning, Sensei." I greeted taking a seat directly across from him.
"Tea?" Sensei offered.
"Sure," I replied, even though I really didn't need the caffeine.
"Rufus-San. Go back to your room. Yori-kun. Go with him." Sensei gently ordered, "I would like to speak to Stoppable-San alone."
"Yes, Sensei." Yori replied bowing. She then took Rufus with her, and left. After Sensei was sure that the two had left, he got up and poured me a cup of tea.
Sensei was the grandmaster here at Yamanouchi. He had brown eyes, a baldhead, and a long white beard. I had never seen him in action before, but, I was convinced he could run laps around his student's any day.
"I realize you have a plane to catch tomorrow evening," Sensei began.
"Yeah," I replied, "Take off is at 5:30."
"I'll give you some time later to think about what I am proposing. We would like your help in recovering the Lotus Blade. If you decide to accept our offer, you will miss your flight."
"Whoa! Master, I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been flunking every class since I got here. Why do you want my help?"
"I am aware you go on missions with Kim Possible. If we fail to protect the sword, the world will become a terrible place. I believe in your skills, Stoppable."
"Thanks Sensei, but I've got no skill here. Besides, sending in a rescue party seems unnecessary for just a sword."
"The Lotus Blade is no ordinary sword. In the wrong hands, I fear for us all. Here is a piece of evidence we found at the scene of the crime."
The Sensei held up what looked like a black blade of grass.
"Do you know what this is?" Sensei asked, "No? It is monkey fur."
"Monkey! Lord Monkey Fist! My arch foe! Hey! I just realized I have my own personal arch foe. That's pretty cool."
"With the Lotus Blade, this Monkey Fist is now more powerful than ever."
"Why is that?"
"Allow me to explain. You were not chosen to come to Yamanouchi by accident. Toshimiru, the warrior who founded our school was the original master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar."
"Monkey kung-Fu."
"Correct. Since then, there have been only two individuals who have been exposed to mystical monkey power. Monkey Fist, and you. You and the Lotus Blade are connected by destiny. Only those who possess mystical monkey power can wield the sword and unlock its ultimate potential."
"This has got to be a mistake. I can't even get a grain of rice from the master lunch lady. Look, I wish I could help, but I've got to leave tomorrow. And besides, you're sick with ninjas here. Send them instead; they'd have a better chance than me."
"If it comes to it, that is what we will have to do. Before you leave, I want you to truly think about our offer. Let me know tomorrow at noon. Goodbye, Stoppable-San. Sleep well."
"Bye Sensei." I mumbled. I finished the cup of tea he had given me and walked back to my room.
'Man. I feel bad that I can't help. But there's nothing I can do. I would just be a distraction. I can't accept that this is my destiny. Sensei has it wrong. Rufus will become more of a master than I ever will be. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? K.P. and I should be able to handle this mystical monkey power, right?'
Too exhausted to think about this further, I made my way to my room and passed out minutes later. I dreamt I was alone with Yori in the middle of a huge meadow. We were having a picnic and the two of us fed each other grapes and kissed a lot. We sat, hands interlocked, and stared up at the passing clouds before falling asleep in each other's arms.
"Stoppable-San. It's me, Yori," Yori's voice cried. I woke up, still daydreaming about Yori, and opened the door.
"Someone slept well. Master Sensei requests your presence in the kitchen." Yori explained. Rufus jumped into my pocket.
"Good. I'm hungry." I replied, following Yori. Within minutes, I had grabbed breakfast for myself and settled down next to Master Sensei.
"Good morning Stoppable-San. Due to last night's events, breakfast is being served late. There is also no training." Sensei explained sipping some tea.
"Thank goodness. I don't know if my muscles could have taken another day," I cried in relief, eating a spoonful of oatmeal.
"Have you had a chance to think about what we discussed earlier?"
"I have actually. Look, Sensei. I'm flattered that you want my help, but, I can't help you. Send some ninjas instead. I'm not the person you think I am. I just can't accept this is part of my destiny. I think K.P. and I can handle this mystical monkey power ourselves. That is why I've decided to fly home today."
"And that is where your heart lies?"
"Correct."
"As you wish. Finish up your breakfast, pack everything up, and wait at the foot of Yamanouchi Mountain. Then we shall say goodbye."
"Yes Sensei." I quickly finished my breakfast, headed back to my room, and packed everything up.
"Nachos are history, and so am I. Come on, Rufus." I urged, carrying my three suitcases outside. "Yori?"
"I am here Stoppable-San." Yori cried from off in the distance. I made my way to her and was surprised to see Sensei waiting to say goodbye to me.
"As a goodbye gift from Yamanouchi I would like to give you this," Sensei said. He handed me a box that was a good 18' by 18'. "Open the gift when you are alone. No one but you should see what is inside the box."
"Okay. Boy, I can't wait to tell Kim about my adventures here." I exclaimed, taking the box.
"I'm sorry Stoppable-San, but the true nature of this ninja school must be kept secret," Yori interrupted.
"Huh," I asked.
"You must not tell anyone of your adventures here. Not ever."
"Aww man. That tanks."
"I hope to see you soon. May you stay safe, now that the Lotus Blade is in the hands of Monkey Fist. Goodbye, Ron-San." Yori kissed me on the cheek, causing me to blush yet again. Rufus ended up blowing a raspberry at her, not liking the fact that his master was loving someone else.
"Any chance of getting a lift to the airport?" I asked, desperate to spend some more time with Yori.
"I would love to, but Sensei and I must get ready for our mission. It would be our honor for you to walk."
"Alright. Goodbye."
13 hours later
After the exhausting 13-hour flight back to Middleton, Colorado, my hometown, I stood at the exit of the airport, waiting to head outside and greet Kim, who was almost certainly waiting for me. It was around 2:30 here in Middleton.
'Here goes nothing', I thought.
"The boys are back in town," I cried, stepping outside. Kim and Monique stopped their conversation and Kim ran up, giving me a big hug.
"So spill! How was Japan? Tell all," Kim begged.
Kim Possible, my best friend since Pre-K, was a crime-fighting teenager. She had green eyes, fiery red hair, as well as an athletic build that came from her cheerleading practice. Her cheerleading skills were frequently used in missions and had saved her on several instances. She was brilliant, earning top marks at the school, and was at the top of the food chain. I was so lucky to have her as a friend, for I didn't deserve her.
"Oh you know. Same old same old."
"You lost your pants again?" Monique asked, a grin forming on her face.
"For that, you're taking one of my suitcase. And yes, I did. I don't want to talk about it though."
Monique, Kim's closest friend, was a sweet African American girl with black hair and brown eyes. She ran a fashion store at Club Banana and was the person to go to for fashion advice. She currently worked several days a week at Club Banana and had plans to design dresses for Hollywood in the future.
"What's in the box," Monique asked, reluctantly agreeing to pick up one of my suitcases.
"A gift I got from the school. No idea what's in there. I'll open it later." I admitted.
"Need a ride home?" Kim asked.
"That would be great." I responded.
While the three of us waited for Mr. Dr. Possible to arrive, Kim and Monique pestered me to give them information about what happened at Yamanouchi. I decided to tell them that I was a complete loser at the school, unlike Rufus, who had attracted the attention of several students. I told her my nachos were depleted quickly, and that I hated having fish and vegetables every meal. I lied and told her I took classes on Japanese language, terms of respect, and the history of Japan.
"How was Japan, Ronald?" Mr. Dr. P. asked, pulling up in an orange sedan.
Dr. Possible, head of the Middleton Space Center, was an extremely intelligent man who majored in astrophysics. He worked on projects that most adults could not even comprehend. He was overly protective of his Kimmy Cub, and threatened boyfriends with a trip to deep space if they didn't make Kim happy. He and I were on good terms, mostly due to the fact that I had known Kim since Pre-K.
"A little different than Middleton High, but not by much." I replied casually.
"What's in the box," he asked taking one of my suitcases and putting it in the trunk.
"I don't know. It was a gift from the school. I'm opening it when I get home." I answered after all my suitcases had been put in the trunk.
"Alright. Hop in. Who am I dropping off first?"
"You can drop me off first. I'll leave Kim and Ron time to talk. Besides, I'm a couple minutes away from here." Monique spoke up.
"I remember." Mr. Dr. P. cried.
"So, Kim. How was that Japanese exchange student on the motorcycle? Hi….something." I asked changing the subject.
"Hirotaka. Um….he was nice." Kim admitted.
"He was more than nice Kim. Remember, the two of us fought each other just to sit next to him at the concert." Monique interrupted.
"Jealous much?" Kim countered.
"You know just as well as I do—" Monique started.
"That's enough ladies. I can gather what happened. You two both were crushing on him and you hated each other for it." I interrupted.
"Pretty much," Kim mumbled.
Thirty minutes later, Mr. Dr. P.'s car came to a screeching halt in front of my house.
"Gee Ronald. It looks like your parents aren't home. You sure you're going to be okay alone?" Mr. Dr. P. asked.
"I'll be fine. I live alone most of the time. They'll come home early tomorrow morning," I explained.
"Alright. Have a good day, Ronald. See you soon." Mr. Dr. P. accepted. Both of us exited the car and pulled out some suitcases. Mr. Dr. P. drove off shortly after the three suitcases and the mysterious box had been unpacked. They were currently sitting in front of my house.
First, I brought in the mysterious box and put it on top of my bed. I then proceeded to bring the remaining suitcases inside.
"Alright. Everything looks good. Let's see what we can find in this box," I confirmed aloud. I opened the box and was baffled to find a boomerang about 12' by 14'.
"Huh?" I exclaimed grabbing the box again.
"Hey! What's this," I mumbled seeing some numbers on the inside of the box.
"0269-777-3208. Clearly a phone number. Yamanouchi perhaps. Is there anything else in here?" I read. I looked below the phone number and saw some faint stroke marks.
'A message. Let's see what it says' I thought putting the box directly under my bed-side lamp.
"The number listed above is our school's private number. You may not be ready to accept your destiny, but when you do, call that number. A ninja from our school will come and help train you. May the boomerang be a reminder that while we may try to escape destiny, it will always come back to us. Hidden inside the boomerang is proof that you will become the Ultimate Monkey Master. Believe in yourself and unlock your true potential. Signed Sensei. How am I supposed to open a boomerang? Rufus, any ideas?" I asked. No answer.
"Rufus, buddy," I repeated. Again, there was no answer. Sighing, I pulled a sleeping Rufus out of my pocket and laid him atop my nightstand.
'I'll worry about the boomerang later,' I thought. I then moved on to unpacking. After a good half hour, I was done. Climbing into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.
I woke up and was stunned to discover it was a couple minutes after 10:30.
'Man. What on earth can I do so that I can wake up at a decent time tomorrow. I need some food,' I mused.
"Come on Rufus. Let's get some food," I cried.
"Food!" Rufus cried, clearly as hungry as I. Rufus hopped in my pocket.
"Mom! Dad! Anyone home?" I shouted. No one answered, so I concluded they weren't home yet. Sighing, I concluded I could either ride my scooter to Bueno Nacho, or make something for myself.
"Bueno Nacho it is," I mumbled. Fumbling around in my dark house, I eventually found the entrance to the garage. Hopping on my scooter, I drove the fifteen minutes I needed to reach Bueno Nacho, my favorite eatery.
"Could I get two large nachos, and three Grande-sized chimerritos? And to drink, I'll have a cup of water and a medium sized Cola." I ordered, stepping up to the register.
"Alright. That will be 22 dollars and 10 cents." Ned, the cashier, responded after entering the items in the screen. I pulled out my wallet and paid Ned 25 dollars. After taking the change, I settled down alone in a booth near the wall.
"Here you go, Ron." Ned spoke up, dropping off my drinks at the table. "How was Japan?"
"Same as high school really. Lost my pants. Got bullied. Hated the food. Everyone loved Rufus. But on the plus side I got a hot girl's number."
"Definitely high school. So, have you called her yet? Who is she?"
"Her name's Yori. I haven't had a real chance to call her yet."
"So, the two of you going to see each other again?"
"Yeah." I took several sips from my Cola before responding again. "I don't know if I'm going to visit her in Japan, or if she's going to visit me in Middleton. Either case, we're seeing each other soon."
"Well if she comes here, I'd like to see her. The two of you just going to be friends because you already have a girlfriend?"
"Kim and I are just good friends, but ….." I paused, taking a sip. "Yori and I are going to be friends. And I'm sure she would like to meet you."
"You're meal will be finished shortly. What are you doing after this?"
"Seeing as how I just got up less than a half-hour ago, I might hit the gym for a couple of hours before bed."
"How long did Barkin give you to complete the assignments you missed? And are you headed to school tomorrow?"
"A week. And I definitely won't be at school tomorrow."
"Understandable." Ned excused himself, picked up my tray, and set it down in front of me.
"Naco!" Rufus cried, eager to dig in.
"That never gets old," Ned mumbled, waving goodbye. I waved goodbye back and dug into a chimerrito. Rufus, and I, finished our meal together, and, after saying goodbye to Ned, left Bueno Nacho and headed back to my scooter.
"Ron! Ron!" I heard Kim cry from the darkness. Seconds later, I saw her running towards me.
"Kim? What's up?" I asked.
"I've been trying to contact you for almost an hour. Wade showed me a video-clip of Monkey Fist that occurred sometime yesterday or the day before yesterday. It's unreal! He now possesses some sort of flaming red sword that can shape-shift in to whatever he desires. The sword is so sharp, it cut an opposing sword like it was butter," she began.
"You're serious," I asked, fearing that the flaming red sword was the Lotus Blade. If it was, could I ever forgive myself for sending Yori a death sentence?
"I am. I'm not joking. It cut through the sword like butter. Come on. Have you already eaten?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"We're headed to Global Justice."
That is the end of the first chapter. Feel free to leave a review.