Author's note:

Hey guys! Sorry for the slower update then usual. I had finals and all. Japanese 101 is not a walk in the park that's for sure.

Anyway for this story considering it's a fusion of The One and KP expect to see more Martial Arts action then usual (something that works well with Kim Possible of course) but rest assure I'm going to put enough drama, humor, and romance to keep things as interesting as possible.

If the opening statement sounds vaguely like the prologue. It should. Parallel universe and stuff, you know.

Oh and yes this story does take season 4 into account.

Oh a friendly challenge to anyone. If Ron's martial style is exactly what it is from the show Tai Sheng Pek War (Monkey Kung Fu), can anybody guess what Evil Ron's martial style is?

Anyway.

Read, Review and enjoy.

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Numero Uno

Chapter One: Ron and the Letter R

"Against my will I stand beside my own reflection

It's haunting how I can't seem

To find myself again"

Linkin Park, Crawling

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Ron Stoppable walked down the quiet empty halls of Middleton high as if the weight of the world were upon him.

The squeaking sounds his shoes were making as he dragged his feet along did little to amuse the blond young man.

Today was all wrong…somehow just all wrong. Ron sighed softly to himself as he made his way to his locker. Ron plugged in the combinations slowly, the lock clicked as it gave way. Cautiously, he slowly reached his right hand out to the handle. The moment he grabbed it and pulled it open Ron heard the sound of metal hinges being torn apart as he had managed to pull out the entire locker door out of its place.

This was just getting out of hand.

"Oh c'mon!" Ron whined out loud, before quickly realizing that the hallways of Middleton are rarely without any students. He looked around and to his relief found no one in sight.

"Whew…Friday. Almost forgot there." Ron nervously chuckled to himself. He then leaned the broken locker door on the rest of the lockers and proceeded to take what he came for.

I'll just tell them my locker broke…somehow… on it's own…with the hinges ripped.

Usually by this time Ron would be practicing with the rest of the Football team. And with the Football team out there you can be sure that the cheerleading squad was nearby doing their own drills and practices. Ron's face smiled at the thought of a certain auburn haired best friend/girlfriend. The smile disappeared quickly as Ron's rationale stepped in.

"Kim's going to kill me. She said no more detentions…" Ron smacked his forehead.

He wanted to tell her it was not his fault. Wasn't his fault at all. But what was happening to him now…just felt overwhelming. Ron doubted Kim would believe him.

Ron looked at the damage he had done and then held his own hands up and looked at them with awe and concern.

"What is happening to me?…"

Ron began to recall how all of this had began…

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A month earlier Ron had woken up the way he usually would. About five minutes more then he really should. He remembered his mom coming in to disturb him from his deep slumber. Ron did like his sleep after all.

"Ronald…you wouldn't want to miss Kimberly this morning." She goaded him.

"Huh?..wha?..Kim?…" Ron stirred up slowly as Barbara Jo Stoppable smiled. While she never really approved of Ron dating (Mother instincts claiming he is still so young) she knew how big of an impact Kim was making in her son's life. If anything just the sound of Kim's name was enough to wake him every morning. She never even had to bother with the pots and pans anymore

"Get dress already, and say hi to the Possibles for me." Barbara Jo stated as she was leaving the door. Her boy never did like to miss a breakfast encounter with the Possibles. In a way it was a win-win situation for all of them. She did not have to be late for work cooking breakfast and her Ron would get to eat a hearty and nutritious meal cooked up by Ann.

"I'm going Ronnie. You be good now."

Groggily Ron got up, his vision blurry and his movement slow yet steady. His fearless Ferret pajamas looked disheveled from his slumber's tossing and turning.

"Rufus? " Ron yawned, looking for his naked mole rat companion. The sound of the water running in his sink already told him Rufus was already up and way ahead of him.

Ron made his way into the bathroom; sure enough the pink small pet of his was up and about, brushing his teeth. The little guy was always serious when it came to taking care of his dental hygiene. Having a healthy strong mouth is needed after all if one was to consume large portions of cheese and Tex Mex food. "Morning little guy."

"Morning!" Rufus gave his friend a thumb's up, he was just about finishing up.

Ron cupped his hand underneath the flowing tap of water coming from the faucet and submerged his face to its icy cold feel. "Oh that's cold!!!" Ron vigorously shook his head.

Now he was fully awake.

Seeing that his little buddy was already done brushing and flossing Ron lifted a hand to turn off the faucet. Turning it counter clockwise with little effort, Ron's eyes bulged wide open when he took the whole handle off with him.

"Oh man!" The blond boy exclaimed. Looking at the damage he had done, Ron told himself that maybe his dad didn't install the thing right. But a closer inspection proved that the handle was ripped off completely, some of its jagged steel remained.

"What the?…How the?…what's up with that?" he scratched his head furiously He turned his head to Rufus who gave him the same inquisitive look.

"I don't know." The mole rat shrugged.

Ron looked at it one more time before looking at the clock. Time urged him to look into this later, he needed to get dressed as soon as possible if he wanted to be at Kim's in time for breakfast. Going through his closet, Ron found himself a clean pair of his favorite red sweater and khaki pants and began to put them on with much haste. Lastly Ron grabbed his backpack.

"Let's go buddy!" Ron gestured to his pocket, the little guy did not need to be told twice. Rufus climbed on board into his favorite pocket and the duo were on their way out the door.

Ron looked at his wristwatch and he knew he was press for time. Ron was going for it. What started out as a slow and casual stride erupted into a full-blown sprint. The thought of Ann Possible's famous pancakes along with Kim's glowing face gave his stride an extra boost.

Speaking of the Possible women…

Ron still could not get over that fact…that THE Kim Possible…His KP…was now his badical girlfriend, that this world-saving, cheerleading, smart, and beautiful girl only had her eyes on him.

She had his that's for sure.

Ronald Dean Stoppable, Master of the art of distraction, was for once the one being distracted at the moment. All it took was a pair of green eyes and a mane of red hair.

"Hey!" Rufus poked him from the inside of his pocket. That seemed to bring Ron back to reality.

Ron looked around and the house of the Possible was clearly in front of him. "Wow…must have ran faster then I thought."

The blond boy ringed the doorbell to announce his presence and opened the door. He knew the door was never locked at this time, it was just a formality he had gone accustomed to doing. He casually made his way for the kitchen.

"Hola Clan Possible!" Ron greeted his extended family with a smile on his face. James Possible looked up from his newspaper, "Ronald. You're ten minutes earlier then usual."

"Really? I could have sworn I left the house pretty late." Ron looked at his own wristwatch and compared it with the clock hanging above the kitchen. MrDr.P was right. He was early.

Now Ron was really confused. No matter how good of a runner he was it took a good fifteen minutes of hard running to get to Kim's house, and that was him on a good day. He covered that in what seemed like five minutes.

"Huh. Maybe all that pent up energy and mad running away skills you've been applying to football is finally paying off." The rocket scientist laughed as he gave Ron a hearty slap on the back.

"Ow…I guess." Ron briefly glanced at James. For all the times the man had acted like a second father to him Ron still had an inkling of a doubt that his escalated relationship with Kim somehow made him more wary of her father. He did not forget that speech, no young man would. Its not everyday you get threatened to be sent on a one way ticket to a black hole, even less so when the man who gave the threat is actually capable of doing so. Ron rubbed his back. That slap there was kind of harder then usual…

"Oh hi Ron." Ron could not have been more glad to hear Ann Possible's voice. The beautiful mother of three came up from behind them with coffee mug in tow.

"You're a little early today, aren't you?" She smiled as she placed down her coffee and arranged the breakfast plates.

"Yeah. Well you know me Mrs.Dr.P…I love pancakes. Especially yours."

"Oh isn't that sweet?" Ann giggled a bit. "James you never compliment me on my cooking anymore." She looked at her husband with a slight teasing look in her eyes.

"But I…" Mr. Possible was at a loss for words.

"Tough luck honey but I think its Ron who gets the extra pancake today."

The rocket scientist sighed; Ron could have sworn he looked at him funny.

"Where's everyone else?" Ron inquired as he sat down and took his place among the Possible kitchen table.

"The boys should be up and about soon. Kimmie is still in her room."

"I'll get her." Ron offered as he got up and made his familiar way towards the stairs, disappearing from the kitchen.

"Now wait just a mi…" James Possible was about to stop Ron before Ann gave him a look.

"Dr. James Timothy Possible, are you still not over the fact that your daughter is dating her best friend?" Ann had her hands on her slim waist.

"But…"

"Don't make me do the pout." She smirked triumphantly as she laid out her trump card.

"Oh…Fine." James sat down back into his chair. Ann smiled and came over and gave a slight peck on his cheek.

"That's better. Besides…you didn't seem to have a problem coming over to my room when we were younger." She whispered seductively.

"Ann…"

"I'm just saying…"

Ron happily made his way up the stairs eager to see Kim. He wanted to surprise her of his early arrival. As soon as Ron hit the last step he didn't see the toy remote car. His right feet landed right of top of it and sure enough he slipped. Ron's brown eyes shot up as he felt the sudden rush of air passing him. Instinctively as he began to flip backwards in the air Ron's left hand planted itself down on one of the stairs and pushed himself up, the momentum and sudden shift of center of gravity made Ron do a perfect summersault flip down back into the bottom of the stairs. Not a scratch or bruise on his person.

Ron's jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief.

"Whoa Ron! Where did you learn to do that?" Tim shouted from the top of the stairs.

"I, I, I…"

"That was way cool! Do you think you could teach us that?" Jim joined his brother.

"I, I.,I…"

"Is that like your Mystical Monkey Power thing?" Tim asked excitedly.

"I, I, I…"

"Tweebs! What is going on here?" Finally the figure of Kim came behind her brothers, dressed in her favorite pair of blue jeans and a modest tank.

"Whoa Kim! You should have seen Ron there! That was one awesome flip. He made yours look like nothing!" Jim exclaimed.

"Ron?" Kim did notice her BFF down below the stairs, flabbergasted at something.

"I, I, I didn't do anything Kim I swear!" Ron finally found his voice again.

"Uh-huh. What are you doing here so early anyway?" Kim looked at her watch.

"Uh, I…uh…wanted to see my badical GF so badly?" Ron gave an innocent smile.

"Ew…cooties." Jim and Tim simultaneously gagged.

"Smooth, Romeo." Kim smirked. "Well whatever it was you were showing the tweebs it can wait later. I'm kind of hungry and we don't want to be late for school." Kim made her way down the stairs gracefully.

Before she passed Ron by she stopped near him, gave him a subtle smile, and pressed her lips slightly against his. It was soft and gentle. Ron melted.

"Booyah." Ron's silly grin was all over his face.

"And that's a good morning to you too Ron." Kim giggled as she continued on pass him, messing with his hair, and then making her way into the kitchen to greet her parents.

"Ew! Even more cooties!" Jim and Tim could hardly stomach it.

"Hey Ron when you're done with getting your cootie shot you need to teach me and Tim that move alright?" Jim stated.

"Uh…I guess so guys but I…"

"Cool. Alright time to eat. I'll race ya." Tim goaded his brother on as they both raced pass Ron, who was dumbfounded at his own previous actions.

"How did I do that?…"

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Yes.

It all started from there, Ron formulated.

The breaking of his faucet, the uncanny speed he ran, and the amazing dexterity and flexibility he displayed at Kim's house.

Everything from that moment made him different, made him do things he never knew he was capable of. At first he was sure it was the Mystical Monkey Power residing deeply within him. Rufus shut down that idea pretty quickly. The glow was never present, and Ron knew that his MMP mojo waxed and waned, like the tides underneath the moon. It was unpredictable. These new found abilities seemed to just sprout.

At first giddy at the thought that he was just actually passing his awkward stages Ron knew something was up during Football practice when he had been able to push off three guys off him with ease.

With no Battle-suit.

Ten feet away from him.

Barkin chalked it up to being a fluke, so did Ron and everyone else. It was just not physically possible. Now Ron was beginning to think otherwise.

It was not just his physical prowess that Ron was noticing, but his intellectual capacity as well. Everything was just coming in so clear. He never had trouble focusing in class much anymore. In fact that was what exactly got him into trouble today. While heavily engrossed in his English literature class Ron pointed out Jane Austen's Pride and prejudice to be some pompous 19th century old romantic view that was flawed and utter rubbish. He made sure he made his feelings clear in five thousand words or less.

Ms. Whist who always viewed the blond boy as an average C- student could not believe her eyes when she read his essay. It was the work of a professional English literature Major. And Coming from Ron, that was hard to believe.

He must have cheated.

So Ron spent the entire Friday afternoon in detention hall and trying to explain to Ms. Whist he did not cheat. He served his time, But Ron was just glad Ms. Whist finally gave in and believed his story.

"Oy…you think they could give a guy a break…" Ron leaned against the lockers, his shoulders being slumped.

"Yeah. Break." Rufus chimed in.

"What about a break?" Ron turned to see a cheer uniform glad Kim standing in the hallway, eying him suspiciously.

"Kim!" Ron exclaimed. He did not expect her to be there. Practice for the girls shouldn't be over until fifteen more minutes from now.

"Where were you?" Kim walked towards him slowly, like a predator who has just managed to catch its prey into a corner.

"I uh…I…Oh man! Alright. I'vebeenindetentionhallcozMswhistdidn'tbelievemeaboutmenotcheatingonmypaperand…" Ron was cut off by Kim placing her finger on his lips.

"Detention Hall, I know." She said matter-of-factly.

"The reason, I heard." She slowly leaned her pretty face closer. Despite the hard cheerleading practice Kim did she did not glisten. She glowed.

"And for what its worth…" Her face and lips were so dangerously close to his.

Her emerald eyes looked into his brown ones.

"I believe you." She smiled and gave a subtle laugh as she watched the look of disbelief on her boyfriend's face.

"Y-you do?" Ron inquired nervously.

"Of course Ron. You've been studying your butt off with me this whole time. How else could you have aced that essay? I'm just so proud of you." Kim beamed.

"Y-yeah…hehe..proud." Ron smiled back, not having the heart or the nerve to tell Kim that he really did not study Pride and Prejudice that much. He was too busy looking at her.

"Barkin said you can make up for your absence today on Monday."

Ron shuddered at the thought of what his most feared teacher/coach had in store for him after the weekends.

"Cheer practice ended earlier today then usual. SOMEONE had to leave in the middle of a pyramid exercise." Kim's tone indicated to Ron that it was no one else then probably Bonnie.

"So I was thinking chimurito and a naco?" She gave him a sly smile.

Ron could not help but be so turned on by this hot auburn haired cheerleader.

"KP…you rock my world." His hands reached around her slender waist, as he held her lovingly.

"Corny much?…" Kim eyed him before adding in, "But don't you forget it." She purred.

Kim spotted Ron's open locker from behind him. "what happened to your locker?"

Ron had to think fast. "Uh, hinges fell from rust I guess. I'll tell the janitor later."

Kim seemed satisfied with that answer as she let the issue go.

"Just let me take a quick shower okay? I'll be back in five." Letting her go from his embrace he watched as she went off towards the girl's locker room.

Kim always did made him forget about everything else. She was the reason that made him who he was today.

Ron thought long and hard.

About everything else that was going on around him.

Everything that was changing within himself.

He needed to tell someone. To confide his newfound secret to.

Maybe he needed to tell Kim what was going on with him.

She would know what to do.

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"For the last time Dr. D. that plan of yours was just plain stupid." Shego stated, without even looking at her megalomaniac boss as she continued to file her nails.

Dr. Drakken plotted and schemed endlessly in his lair. "I didn't hear you complaining about the muffins." He retorted with a sneer.

"Yeah well you know I was busy hitting my head on the wall trying to remember why I work for you in the first place." Shego replied back like an expert. This verbal joust that went back and forth was as natural to her as her physical battles with Kim yet she and him already knew that this was one thing Shego did the best. Or worse depending on one's point of view.

"Nrrrgggg…What did we say about our words Shego?" This was Drakken's way of admitting defeat.

"That I should use them whenever you hatch another hair brained scheme?" The green villainess just loved having the last word in.

"….lippy sidekick." Drakken muttered to himself.

Their conversation was cut short as the alarms to his lair blared out in full force.

"An intruder!" Drakken shouted as he made his way to the security cameras. Shego was close behind.

"There!" Shego pointed to Camera fifteen, and sure enough there was a figure clad in black, a mask covered his identity. He seemed lost.

"All henchmen proceed to the storage room at hall twelve! We have an intruder! Make our guest feel welcome!" Drakken shouted into the microphone, his message relaying itself towards the barracks.

"We have a hall twelve?" Shego smirked, placing one hand on her hip.

"Its right next to the cappuccino machine." Drakken stated.

"Uh-huh." Shego could only roll her eyes in disbelief.

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The masked intruder looked around. He was not where he should be. He cursed under his breath. He hated wormholes. So unpredictable. He checked the small futuristic watch attached on his wrist. He wanted to make sure he was at least in the right universe.

Magna Universe

Were the words projected on the screen. He was in the right place. As to where…he did not know. But he was not sticking around here for long. He had a goal to accomplish.

The lights turned on as the door that seems to be the exit opened and revealed a multitude of burly men, clad in some red spandex like uniform.

"What are you, the dork patrol?" The masked intruder could not help but chuckle out to himself at the sight of the ones who blocked his entrance.

"Get him!" The biggest one in the middle shouted out. Two guards made a break for it and simultaneously tried to tackle the man clad in black.

The masked intruder saw them coming a mile away. They moved like they had cemented feet. It was all too easy. All to simple to side step and dodge the incoming attack. He met their tackle with an attack of his own. As the two were in mid-air, the masked man landed a roundhouse kick to one, which sent the guard spiraling out of control. Drawing back his wrist and spreading his fingers with his fingertips held forward, he connected an open palm uppercut to the jaw of the other, the impact shot the guard up as his body hit the ceiling and landed back down with a thud.

The remaining cowering guards overcame their fear and rushed at him all at once. Fear disappeared with numbers after all.

The intruder smirked underneath his disguise. They have got to be kidding him. He would make this quick.

The fight barely lasted thirty seconds and all that remained were broken bodies everywhere. The masked intruder still stood.

"Trash." He scoffed under his breath as he made his way towards the exit.

A sudden blast of plasma bolts struck him in the face with such force that it sent him reeling backwards as he crashed into one of the crates.

"I'm impressed stranger. You managed to wipe the floor with Dr. D's goons. But I think we all know where goons stand. Bet you didn't see that coming did you?" Shego stood triumphantly.

The smirk vanished as soon as she saw the intruder getting up. The plasma she fired burned away the mask, but his face was intact. And it was the face that surprised her the most.

"The Buffoon?" Shego could not believe her eyes. The blond hair, the unique ears, the freckled face, yet she was so sure this was not Kim's sidekick. The fierceness in those brown eyes did not belong to the Princess' boy toy.

The Ron look-alike did not like that comment at all. Shedding what remained of the mask, he popped his neck and lowered his legs in a stance, his fists and feet eager to do battle.

"The name's R. And you DID NOT just call me a Buffoon."

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High into the mountain cliffs of Japan, stood the secret school of the Yamanouchi. Here the ninja of the modern age trained in silent and in the shadows.

Master Sensei, esteemed head of the Yamanouchi calmly meditated calmly as he listened to the evening breeze. Its gentle voice was often loss in the newer generation today, but to Sensei it was as natural as his breathing.

Yet for all the gentleness this night has brought he felt a storm approach as Yori made her presence known and kneeled before him with haste. His most prized student who never loss her composure was in a rush he could see that. Something must have happened.

"Sensei! Something is happening with the Lotus blade!"

At the sound of mentioning the mystical blade that forged the heart and soul of the Yamanouchi school the old wizened man did not need to hear it again. He calmly got up and followed the raven-haired ninja to where they kept the esteemed blade.

If it was not for the fact that it was happening before his very own eyes, Sensei could not have believe what was going on. The Lotus blade twisted and turned, like a snake, alive and dangerous. Its shape kept changing. Sword to shield, shield to mace, mace to ninja-to. The transformations were rapid and erratic.

"This cannot be…" For once the wise old Master of the Yamanouchi had no sagely advice or explanation for what was happening.