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Copyright © 2011 by EPSIL0N


Chapter I:

Kimberly Possible can do anything. In her words, she claims she "can do anything." Or on a grander scale, her family goes by the saying, "Anything is possible for a Possible."

When the universal phenomena of home migrations began after the recent so-called "Dark Crisis" was officially over, Kim found herself—along with her family and various friends from her hometown—suddenly going to school on a tropical island. Not that she has any complaints. The small, comfortable region had everything a teen could want. There were beaches right outside modest little villages, which happen to line the borders of skyscraping metropolises. Movie theaters, malls, tranquil nature reserves, restaurants and sports venues dot the city areas.

Destiny Island High: the premiere public school located near the heart of the islands. Kim checked her watch. A quarter to eight. She had time to socialize a bit before heading off to class. The hallways were still fairly empty. Once the clock ticks to the final minutes before the first bell, intersections between hallways would reach maximum capacity.

Or so that was what she was told. It was the first day of classes; Kim's first day. The air conditioning actually made the hallway a little cold. Wearing the required school uniform, a sleeveless white and blue plaid miniskirt, Kim rubbed her exposed arms for quick heat. Deciding to unpack some of her belongings first, she matched the dials on her combination lock and popped the locker open.

"KP!" a voice called out.

A blonde male of average height skidded to a halt right in front of Kim's locker. Donning a plaid white shirt with rolled sleeves and a loose necktie hanging off the collar, he seemed nothing like a student in a premiere high school. Despite the less-than-impressive fashion sense and awkward demeanor, the young man offered a genuine smile of affection.

"Ron!" Kim cooed as she reached her arms out for an embrace. "I was hoping you'd show up soon."

"No problemo, KP, Mr. Ron Stoppable always shows up when needed," said Ron, hugging Kim in the process.

"Oh, good," said Kim. "Because I need your help setting up my locker."

"Aw, man. I was hoping we could do a little exploring first. Y'know, the whole new school, new peeps kinda deal!"

"Stick with me and maybe you won't come off as a loser, Ron," said Kim, a playful tone in her voice. She handed Ron some of her books.

"Of course! That's all part of the plan," grunted Ron, as Kim began piling books after books into his arms. "By showing off that I'm dating the Kim Possible! By default, that ups my status tenfold!"

Kim rolled her dense green eyes, but smiled coyly.

"T-minus five minutes until we have to get to our first class, Ron."

"Oof, that's the last of 'em," said Ron. "Hey, wait, I still need to get my books—"

"Ron! You didn't pick your books up at the office?"

"Well, hey, I thought they'd give us the books in class like other schools!"

"Ugh," Kim scoffed. "First class of the day. Advanced physics?"

Ron retrieved a sheet of paper from his back pocket.

"Er, yep."

"Then I'll share with you for today," said Kim. "Just today! That way you'll have to pick up your books."

"Don't worry, KP, I'll pick up the books after physics."

The bell was about to ring, prompting a horde of students to file through the halls and classrooms. Kim and Ron proceeded alongside each other, hand-in-hand. When passing other students, the majority of eyes were on Kim. Her voluminous red hair, near-perfect physique, fashion sense and friendly façade made her an instantly idolized figure. On the other hand, by having her fingers intertwined with the humble-looking Ron, questions marks sprouted all over the faces of students.

The classroom was very traditional. Four rows and six columns of student pedestal desks dotted the center of the room. The teacher's desk was tucked in the far right corner, near the windows. Just a few feet away from the teacher's desk was a large blackboard that stretched across the head of the classroom. On it were the words, "Welcome Seniors to Advanced Physics Class."

"Man, is this gonna be like biology class?" Ron asked as he flopped down behind a desk. "Those weird experiments always drove me nuts."

"There's a huge difference between bio and physics," said Kim, sitting down beside him. "More math's involved. But we probably learned most of this back in Middleton—"

"Sorry, but we do arranged seating here."

Kim and Ron simultaneously met the eyes of their bulky, gargantuan physics teacher. They glanced around the room. Most students who were entering did not sit. It appeared that seating arrangements were a tradition here. Some of the students who already sat down now gathered their belongings and joined the others in loitering near the classroom door.

"No big," Kim said reassuringly to Ron. She blew an air kiss to him as she rose from her seat. "Talk to you after class."

"Gah! Book, Kim!" Ron sputtered.

"Oh, hope you sit next to someone nice enough to share with you today," Kim said with a wince.

In due time, the seating arrangements were made. Much to Ron's delight, Kim sat right behind him. It was not enough to solve the book issue for him, though. To his left sat an average-looking girl with thin glasses and a short ponytail. To his right sat a spiky-haired boy of lean build and piercing blue eyes. Ron figured he ought to approach the boy instead of the girl, just in case Kim catches the wrong message.


Sora yawned as he idly watched the teacher sort out all the paperwork. If there was one place he wished to be in at the moment, it would simply be not in class. After spending the majority of the summer burying his entire being in textbooks and taking a multitude of standardized tests, Sora has already had enough of education.

"Um, hey, excuse me?" the guy to his left started whispering.

At first, Sora did not know the words were addressed to him, so he simply yawned again and stared blankly toward the front of the room.

"Yo, spiky!"

"Huh?" said Sora, this time turning to face the student. "Are you talking to me?"

"Um, yeah—name's Ron," said the student, offering his hand. "Kinda new here."

"Oh, um, Sora's the name… not that spiky, by the way, the hair's actually pretty loose," Sora answered, accepting the handshake. "Are you from around here?"

"Nah, not really," said Ron. "Just moved here a month-ish ago. You?"

"Born here, grew up here," said Sora. "But I actually took some time off from school for a while because of… um, stuff. So I guess you can call me new, too?"

"Hmm, so are you supposed to be like, a super-senior or somethin'? If you took time off from school, I mean."

"Nope," said Sora. "My girlfriend forced me to study all summer. It was rough, but at least I caught back up to where I should be."

"Oh, wow, she sounds a lot like mine," said Ron.

"Your what?" asked Sora.

"My lovely girlfriend, of course," Ron said boastfully. "The amazing Kim Possible. She's sittin' right behind me."

Sora looked to where Ron was directing and felt his jaw drop in surprise. Kim raised an eyebrow in curiosity when she heard Ron mention her name. The curiosity only increased when she caught Sora staring at her.

"Taken, stop the approach," Kim whispered sternly at Sora.

"It's all good, KP. This is Sora," said Ron. "He's a friend."

"'A friend?' Your friend?" Kim reiterated. She briefly checked her watch. "That must be record time for you."

"Heh, um, nice to meet ya," Sora chuckled.

"Now, Sora, just because we're friends doesn't mean you can hit on her," Ron whispered.

"What?" Sora sputtered. "I already have someone!"

"Oh, right," said Ron.

"Is she in this class?" Kim asked.

"Sure am, I can hear everything you guys are saying," declared a voice.

Kim and Ron turned to the girl who was sitting to Kim's right: another slender redhead with stunning physique, gorgeous facial features and sweet voice to go along with everything. She was not quite as tall as Kim—more petite in size—but there were noticeable similarities.

"Name's Kairi," she said with a smile. "I overheard the conversation. You're Ron, and you're Kim? You're both new in this area?"

"Yeah," said Kim. "We both moved here about a month ago. Oh, and it's nice to meet you."

"That'd be her," Sora said to Ron. "Uh. The amazing Kairi."

Kairi shot Sora a critical, yet affectionate glare.

"Outta. Yo. League," Ron jested quietly.

"Like Kim isn't out of yours!" Sora countered.

"Oh, she definitely is," said Ron. "But Kairi, and you? Just sayin', mano y mano."

The school bell suddenly rang before Sora could launch another counterargument. One ring signaled the official start of the school year. The physics teacher—their homeroom teacher—patted down the paperwork on his desk, got up from his seat and approached the front of the class. Clamoring students momentarily silenced, much to the delight of the teacher. He was dark-skinned, visibly bald and clean-shaven, and dressed in a tight-fit black jacket over a white dress shirt and plain black tie. A pair of designer sunglasses was clipped over the breast pocket. Sora blinked several times. No matter how he analyzed, the muscular man looked more like a government secret agent than a high school physics teacher.

"Shoot!" Ron gasped. He turned to Sora. "Mind if you share the textbook with me for today? I didn't get mine yet."

Sora shrugged his shoulders and pointed toward his empty desk.

"Psst, Sora!" Kairi called from behind.

Sora peered over his shoulder. Kairi had the physics textbook in her hands.

"Lifesaver!" Ron whispered.

"Don't worry, Sora," said Kairi. "You boys can use mine. I'll share with Kim for now."

"Students!" the gruff voice of the teacher sounded.

Instantaneously, all the students completely silenced themselves. Indeed the teacher seemed more like a government figure. As he paced around the front of the room, occasionally stopping in front of a front-row student, his already massive frame seemed to grow with his level of authority.

"Welcome to twelfth grade physics," he continued. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Bubbles—"

"Bubbles?" Ron blurted out loud, a split second too late for his hands to catch up and block the words.

Sora could not help but let loose a laugh, though he quickly did his best to stifle it. Several other students chimed in with chuckles and giggles, only to face the deadly glare of Mr. Bubbles.

Examining the roster, Mr. Bubbles glared straight into the eyes of Ron, and then at Sora. The two boys sat nearly in the middle of the front row, putting them in a dangerous position, especially after displaying such questionable behavior on the first day of class.

"Ronald, am I correct?" asked Mr. Bubbles.

"Y-yes, sir," Ron stammered in fear.

"It says here that you are recently enrolled," added Mr. Bubbles. "Not a good way to make a first impression here."

He turned his attention to Sora, causing the boy to sink deep into the seat behind the desk.

"Sora, huh?" asked Mr. Bubbles. "Ah, the one all over the news, correct?"

"Er, uh, y-yeah!" said Sora. "Right. News."

"I don't care if you've saved the world or whatnot. Your job right now is to pass physics," said Mr. Bubbles, his back turned to the class. He shot Sora a stern look. "Also not a good way to make a first impression here."

Sora and Ron simultaneously groaned, both planting their foreheads on the cold, ceramic desk. Behind them, Kairi and Kim exchanged looks and helplessly smiled in response to their significant others' problem with the teacher. The two girls already felt a positive, invisible bond with each other. Little do they know how much they have in common with each other. As Sora and Ron continued to mentally trudge their way through the rest of the class period, Kairi and Kim maintained their archetypal-good-student roles and began their high school junior year with incessant note-taking. As Mr. Bubbles rambled on about the year's curriculum and student expectations, Kairi felt her mind and heart ease, knowing that life as she knew it has finally returned to normal.

No more conflicts between Light and Darkness. No more Heartless to worry about. The turmoil lasted for nearly three years, but that has been done with, thanks to the work of Sora, Kairi, their best friend Riku, and a vast number of other warriors of light.

But that was then. And this is now.