Ranma Saotome is Kim Possible!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ or Kim Possible.

For those concerned with character rants or incorrect character profiles, I would like to remind each and every one of you that this is after the failed wedding, I only have up to season five in the anime and I HATE Akane with a passion.

Most of this chapter is written in Ranma's point of view.

Prologue:

I knew that it was wrong, but I had to get away, somewhere where I could get recognition, somewhere that I could find some peace, I needed to leave Nerima, now more than ever, especially since I wanted a new life, I had money set up, I had the scrolls from my fath … no, Genma's side of the training style, I had Soun's scrolls for the styles, I even had Happosai's scrolls, taking them all with the Umisenken, but still, I needed to make sure that I could escape, make sure that I would never be seen again by my family or my personal hell guard, the Nerima Wrecking Crew, but still, I also needed a way to change myself. Turning my head to the things I have collected over the years, the once thought lost locking ladle and pail, the complete set so I can escape, the Gekkaja and the Kinjaken also in my possession, several Amazon artifacts that I managed to steal from their village while I was there, some weapons of ornamental or significant value, some that I wanted to keep because they were enchanted, some I wanted to sell, I even had a gift from both the Phoenix Tribe and the Musk, a suit of enchanted golden armor that was tougher than a dragon's hide and a large western style sword with a curved crossbar pointing towards the blade in a crescent shape, yellow bindings running along the hilt, a yellow spike running up the middle of the blade, thanks for stopping the Amazons from capitalizing on their weaknesses at the time, and from the Musk, a large, ornate katana that had heavy enchantments, forged specifically for him, it was a gift for besting their top warrior, from the King himself, and to make it even better, it was a reversed blade with a tassel on the end, dyed white leather wrapping around the hilt, a golden dragon spinning around the blade. I just wonder if I can use the de-aging mushrooms in a more permanent manner, or use the magics I was 'taught' by the Amazon's, the Musk, the Phoenix People or Happosai. I chuckled in amusement, it was funny how I could con people into thinking I was dumber than I actually was, but it was probably because I knew most of what was actually taught at school because I learned faster than others, but I never rubbed it into their faces that I was smarter than they were. Sighing again, I decided to forgo any trouble of actually doing anything and poured cold water over my head, pulling out my leather money belt and creating a pocket space inside one of the empty pockets, tying it into the very fabric of the pocket and stowing everything I had inside, throwing on a few good traps if someone was going to try anything, and slipped an Umisenken field around it, completely wrapping it around the pouch to make it invisible to all but myself then poured hot water over my head, content with the knowledge that I had stopped any of the Hell Guard from seeing anything, wrapping it again in an Umisenken for my male side just for safe keeping.

Looking at the mushrooms, the de-aging ones that gave me so much crap over the whole time, I saw the benefit in them and scraped away a few seeds from under the stool, placing them quickly into a satchel and sealing it again with the same techniques, only keeping the packet in a silk pouch. Sighing to myself, I looked at the last three things I had to stow away, an enchanted dagger, crafted well over five thousand years ago if the legends were true, a blood red staff that looked like cut ruby with points on either end, obviously enchanted by the way it glowed, and a blue crystal sword that had a frosty coat around it. Nodding to myself, I pick them up, noting that they all appear heavier than normal, and open a pocket in my bracers, folding them into a pocket space, smirking at how I had beaten them all out of things that I needed for my new life, the only thing I needed now was some memory powder to use on a family that wants a daughter and hope that my 'curse' would stay away until I am fourteen, allowing me to stay as a girl for a few years. At least it should. I could be wrong though. I guess virtual immortality thanks to magic was okay, as long as I had both forms, I didn't really want to stay all girl, all the time, but I guess I have some experience with my body and muscle the magic in the mushrooms would keep my muscles the same way until I got better, keeping them as they are now.

I hate being eighteen when you could legally marry.

It was almost as bad as having an uncute tomboy, mallet-happy, kitchen destroying, constant PMSing, violent, arrogant, self centered, crazy, easily angered, suspicious, spoilt little princess doing whatever she wanted all the time.

I grinned as I heard her sneeze twelve times in a row during my mental rant then went back to business, I frown when I realize that Nabiki, who is still watching me all the time, now more so than ever, is sharp as a tack, and almost on par with me in intelligence, Kasumi being the only one who could actually give me a challenge in anything, and Tofu was a big help with all those Shiatsu and Pressure Points books, those medical tomes and books on vague magics and curses of the world. I just hoped that Kasumi could understand, I really do love her like a sister, but there was no way I could live with this bunch of idiots, and I did promise I would write to her when I could, and I would tell her everything during my trips, I would even … I would give anything to not say goodbye on paper, but … it was better like this, besides, the drug I laced into the food would last for about nine or ten hours, same with the Kuno's, those blasted Amazons and Ukyo, it was just better this way.

But still, I never wanted it to happen this way, I just need some time alone, some way to live apart from the chaos that I attract, some way to play away from all the insane ways that everyone tries to kill me, marry me or challenge me in. I guess learning to fight with people from other schools of insane Martial Arts ways helps keep me on my toes, that, and it helps when you have contacts in the governments in different countries that your own father stole from, but it was a also a good way to lose people when you had been to a few hundred hospitals, just look for a red haired family, change a few features, and I was set, look for a family with a daughter in the maternity ward, look for one that I have contacts with that has a dead child and give them the chance to raise a child while I get to keep away from everything, it was well worth the wait.

I just hope this works and I am not wrong.

I jump away and move to the gates under the Umisenken with my bag over my shoulder that has a pocket space inside that laden with money, clothes and scrolls of unimportant things, scrolls that only have basic information that nobody would find of interest, unless they were little more than thugs or normal people.

That was a different story all together.

But still…

I look back at the house that has been my personal hell for a few years and wonder if I could ever convince Kasumi, since I knew that they were all going to be there, to collect scrolls and send them into a locker I had set up in America to pick up later for all my mail.

Sighing, I look at the road and smile for the first time "it has been a long road, but I am finally free."

I almost missed the small sniffle and two simultaneous whispers of "I hope you have a safe trip Ranma-kun,

and can live happily for once."

I turn to see Kasumi and Nabiki smiling at me and Nabiki tossing a large wad of cash

over "have safe trip Ranma, and I hope you find happiness."

Nodding, I happily note that I had dropped my Umisenken "goodbye and good luck with the fools of Nerima you two."

They smiled and I slipped into the Umisenken once more, vanishing into the night and bounding over the walls, but not before I slip Nabiki several pictures I had taken of myself that were hers alone and in a folder with a note saying they were hers and a kiss on the cheek, a kiss on the cheek for Kasumi and a pair of hand crafted knives with a bamboo sheath for both, and finely crafted, I had planned on posting them once I got out of Japan, but still, it was better to get it out of the way right now.

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(-Authors Note-)

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I would like to point out that I have only got up to season five of Ranma ½ in the DVDs, and as far as I can tell, and the fact that I

HATE Akane with a passion, I feel the need to gang up on her personality as well as her fanfic ego, so you can bust my balls all you want, but that's my dibs on things, the only thing I know about in the Saffron confrontation is that Ranma killed him, he was a demi-god, and saved Akane from certain death, all I am doing here is portraying what I would have done if I had lived a life like his, so BLEH!

Anyway…

Onto the Kim Possible thing, I only have season one on video, and that is because I recorded the episodes in order, and I have the movies, so I can only do so much on that storyline. Besides, I thought the resemblance, if you mixed it up a little with magic that I KNOW was being tossed around there in the Anime, surely SOMETHING with the serious plot holes in the base storyline can be manipulated; it is basically a scream out to all the fanfic writers out there. I mean, come on!

But after that, I had a look at the eyes, and while Kim may have slightly more feminine features, that can easily be sorted by proper food and not malnutrition or lack of looking after herself, the Chi and Ki, which are polar opposites, I.E. Ki is for the male side, Chi is for the females, like Ying and Yang, both different, but still the same, only changing in name and appearance, but inherently the same.

Kim- Honestly, I am stunned to see how many people can't make the connection, just lock him in his female form, reduce him back to his childlike state, give him some time as a female and some proper nourishment, and viola, a perfect framework for Kim Possible!

Anyway, the violent, constant PMSing thing is Ranma's personal view, this is his opinion, and it is because of the beatings, and for the record, this is about a year after the failed wedding I think, so it got worse.

I will explain later in another character rant.

Those are fun.

So, I still say I win that bet RokudaimeRyoga228! HAH! I WIN!

Anyway, all flames will be peed on or fed to my pet, P-Chan, hopefully

roasting him in the words, or my pet duck, Mousse, and then I can have

some flamed pig and duck for dinner.

Maybe, if I have enough, I can have some flame roasted cat!

Anyway, I hope you like my first start.

And I still say Akane is a female dog, if ya know what I mean.