Author's Notes:

Chefiet is the one solely responsible for me writing another chapter to this story. It was originally intended to be only one chapter but he pointed out some things that got me thinking. So far I only intend to make it 3-4 chapters long, but then again, I am flexible.

"Interesting beginning. Why have you made ron the villian? Also will Kim eventually meet and or kill Fiske. Good story so far with some nice plot twists. Update soon."

Plot twists are the real driving force behind this story, and I will try to make this more and more convoluted as the story continues. Maybe you will soon learn about why he is a villain other than the fact that he is always so damn good at it.

Why does Ron call KP P-Chan. Cause I thought it would be a cute nickname for her. Plus every time I read it, I laugh cause it feels like he's calling her a pig every time he does it. (If you don't know where the name comes from then you should read/watch Ranma 1/2) I like comments. Keep em coming. They inspire me.

Ron sat cross-legged on a soft cushion in the center of a large chamber. The spot next to him was empty. Ron stroked the bridge of his nose and tried to subdue the headache that had plagued him since he had become the lord of not only the Yamanuchi territory but also the Possible territory. Kim had been reclusive since they had been married and he had killed his father as the price for their betrothal. Kim had done her duty in managing the palace and meeting with petitioners as he tried to reconcile the two territories, but had not slept in his chamber nor showed any sign of affection towards him since that day. Ron knew that she needed time, he had after all massacred her family. Her duty had forced her to kill her best friend in his defence. If anything, he was glad she had managed to remain civil these past weeks and not tried to kill him.

"Sensei," Ron said addressing a short oriental man who radiated a sense of peace and wisdom, "Kim-chan needs a new bodyguard to replace the one she lost." He hoped tha this was the right decision. Kim needed a friend she could trust since she could not trust him. "I want your best female student to protect my wife and to be her friend."

"Yori shall be informed of her duties immediately Stoppable-san." the man replied "It will be her honour to serve." After a second he added, "Remember Stoppable-san, Even a tiger on a leash will bite the hand that feeds it." Ron nodded in response to the old man's arcane wisdom. It made absolutely no sense to him, but he could not show it.

"Stoppable san" Yori called to Ron who was preparing to leave. "Are you sure you do not need help? It would be my honour to accompany you on your training in Fiske's jungle territories."

"No. I must do this alone." Ron was determined. He would no longer be the boy who lost his pants at official dinners. Small children would no longer defeat him. He would be a proud warrior. "I will return, and I will make my father proud."

"I will be here when you return Stoppable-san." Yori gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "It will be my honour to wait for you."

"Please, call me Ron-san." Ron said and left without another word.

Sometimes, Ron wondered whether he had made the correct decision. His training with Lord Fiske and being given mystical monkey power had indeed made him a formidable warrior, but was it worth the cost?

"You assigned me a new bodyguard." Kim's voice was icy as she entered the room, shadowed by Yori in her ninja garb. "I can take care of myself, I don't need you or anyone who works for you."

"Fine, she works for you." Ron replied, "Yori, you are not to follow any orders I give without Kim-chan's consent." He smiled, "Follow any order she gives short of killing me." Kim was speechless. This was not what she expected from the bloodthirsty leader of the Saruwaruguntai. Ron stood up and approached Kim, "Please believe me when I say that I bear no grudges against you or you family. It was not even under my orders that my army attacked." He had tried this approach before, bu she had never stayed to hear more… until now.

"If not your orders, then who's?" Kim asked wondering what elaborate story he had been concocting to woo her into submission. He would never take her off her guard. She would never let him trick her into loving him.

"I may have lead the attack, but I was only following the orders of the one who trained me. If I had had my own way, your family would still be alive today." He could see that she was not responding to his pleas, and decided not to push it any farther. "If you wish to talk more, I am will be here." She turned and left.

"I do not know if he speaks the truth," Yori told Kim when they returned to the privacy of Kim's room, "but I trust him and I believe what he says."

"There Is no reason that I should belive you. You may lie as well as your master does."

"I am sorry if you are unable to be truthful, but it would be dishonest of me to lie to you." Yori replied, catching a vase that came flying at her head.

"I AM NOT YOUR MASTER!" Kim yelled.

"I serve only you. Ron-san has decreed it, I will no longer follow his orders."

"If you really serve me, then leave. I want to be alone." Yori acknowledged Kim's command with a brief nod and bowed to her master as she exited the room. Kim remained in her room and pondered Ron's actions. He had betrayed her, yet he treated her as if he truly did love her. Her bodyguard seemed to be devoted to her, as Ron had ordered, but Ron had also appeared to be devoted to her father. Now she was bound to this man whom she loathed, and duty forbid her from taking action against him and she had no idea what his true motives were. She fell asleep wondering what he had truly felt when he had kissed her the day they had been wed.

Kim heard the door slide open. She listened as footsteps approached, keeping her eyes closed, ensuring the intruder would not know she was on to them. She stuck out with a furious punch as soon as the footsteps stopped in front of her.

"OOF!" Kim opened her eyes just in time to catch the tray of food Ron had brought for her. In a miraculous feat of aerobics, Ron managed to recover his balance by using her punch's force to power a back flip that left him virtually unscathed. His pants however, had somehow managed to be caught on the tray of food she had caught. "Breakfast is served." Ron said with a smile as he stepped forward and unashamedly retrieved his pants. He managed to pull them back on, but not without tripping over a cushion that was resting in the middle of the floor.

"Trying to poison me now?" Kim asked poking the delicious looking food piled on the platter.

"Kim-chan, I would never do anything to hurt you." Ron replied, grabbing a handful of food off the platter and shoving it into his mouth as if to show her that the food was perfectly safe for eating. "See, i's goo'!"

"I see. In fact I see too much. Ever hear of not speaking with your mouth full?" Kim asked, disgusted by his display of manners, or lack there of.

"It's all good; Ron-san is a master chef." He grinned, "Come on P-chan, breakfast won't eat itself." Kim ate uncomfortable as Ron coaxed her to swallow every bite of the meal he had prepared for her. It was good. Very good.

"If this is your most recent attempt to make me like you, it failed as well as the rest of them. My father's chefs cooked things much better than this." Ron laughed. He had eaten the same food she had. His cooking was much better, the fact that she wouldn't admit it made him feel as if he was making progress. She had to lie to him now to make him think she didn't like him.

Kim wandered the palace halls. As she passed the Lord's chamber, she heard Yori and Ron arguing.

"No." Yori's voice was quite adamant. "You have made me her bodyguard. It is my duty to protect her, even from you. Kim smiled. There was at least one person in the castle she could trust. It reaffirmed her beliefs that Ron was truly a monster.

"Please." Ron begged, "Just tell me if she has said anything about me, good or bad." This had not been what Kim was expecting. He was not plotting on her life, but trying to determine her feelings for him. Even if she had spoken to Yori since the first day she had been assigned as her bodyguard she still did not divulge even that to Ron. Kim was glad that she knew that Yori could be trusted.

Kim returned to her chambers and instructed a maid to fetch Yori for her. It was time that they became friends.

"You wished to see me Possible-san?" Yori asked, arriving almost twenty minutes after she had been sent for.

"You are late." Kim said, unsure of how to approach the conversation.

"My apologies Possible-san, Stoppable-san asked not to be disturbed while he attempt to force me to reveal information about you to him." Yori lowered her head in shame, "If I had known, I would have come to you immediately."

"How did he react when you told him I have not spoken to you."

"He does not know." Yori replied, "He still believes that I spend every waking minute that I am not training with you."

"You lied to Stoppable-san?" Kim asked, surprised that Yori would do something so dishonourable.

"No, Possible-san, but I have been doing a great deal of training." Yori replied rubbing her muscles. "It is nice having this chance to rest."

"I am sorry." Kim told Yori, "I should have trusted you."

"Were I in your position, I would not trust me either."

"Tell me about Ron-san."

Ron sighed and lay back on a pile of cushions. Yori was stone-walling him. He had hoped that she would have helped him, told him anything but instead he had lbeen completely loyal to Kim. She was following his orders too well. He wanted Kim to like him, but had no idea how well he was progressing. He had done everything in his power to make her welcome in his palace. He had given her the best of everything he owned, and the best of himself. For her he had committed one final betrayal.

"Ron…" Kim was here. He sat up alert and smiled with his trademark oafish grin.

"Yes P-chan?" Ron replied, hoping that this was the even he was hoping for.

"You promised that you would tell me more if I asked." Kim said. Yori had convinced her that Ron was at least somewhat trustworthy and that she should at least hear him out. "Who ordered that my kingdom be attacked?"