I don't own these characters; Disney does. I do own Trin, Shin, and Tatsu. Ryuijin and Mirage are owned by YogurthFrost. This story is based on a concept and several pictures by YogurthFrost.

Fourth array: Metamorphose

Prologue: World War III

Junior teaming up with Doctor Drakken was a nuisance, to put things mildly anyway. But, adding a genius like Vivian Porter to the mix was a whole different animal altogether. Not that anyone outside of their evil, little trio knew about Vivian. The blond scientist was beyond being a recluse, not enjoying the stares thanks to her horribly burned and disfigured face. Most of the time it was clear that she wished that she were dead, but she felt like she had a mission; she never told them what it was, but she had a determination and hatred toward Shego that drove her. Her presence was felt in the might of the growing number of Bebes and their improvements each time they were unleashed upon the Earth. Junior used the damned things with deadly accuracy, which did not seem to bother either of his two lieutenants.

Drakken was fine with things as he enjoyed all of the toys that Junior gave him to play with. Of course, he also kept images of Professor Dementor at the forefront of his mind. He could not forget the twisted, mangled corpse and he refused to let that become him. Instead, he did what Junior asked him and secretly worked on his own projects to hopefully take the world by storm on his own eventually. He was sure that he could and would take over the world.

Vivian could not be any more different from Drakken. Junior had her undying loyalty as long as he killed Shego. She was pouring all of her energy into the destruction of the super-powered bitch and she did not care what stood in her way, including the world. Shego had to die.

Aside from those three, the world had seen in an increase in megalomania and general anarchy. Surprisingly enough, the rise in chaos waylaid Junior's own plans. Of course, the mayhem did not help Shego either and she was running herself ragged. She gained a new respect for Kim every time that she went out to save the day. God, I miss Kim more and more everyday.

-8-8-8-8-

Shego coughed as she landed hard on her back. Blood poured out of her nose; her blood was a deep crimson, almost a maroon. She had been seen bleeding often enough that the color of her blood was no longer a subject of interest. Years earlier many people had assumed her blood would be green and the first time that was seen as untrue had been a huge shock to the world. Most people still looked at her as a freak of nature, even though she was just about the only thing that stood between them and total discord.

"Lucky hit," Shego groaned as she ignited her hand and climbed to her feet. She locked eyes with her current nemesis – Cutlass. The whole pirate theme had been funny until the bastard swung his sword with precision that would have made a samurai jealous. Added to that, he had superhuman strength and most could understand why Shego had ended up on her back.

"Arg, if ya think that was luck, there be more for ya, wench," Cutlass declared.

"Hey, I'm not just going to take being called a wench," Shego replied as she wiped the blood from her face.

She then went at him as she would any other minor Dragon. It was now the Dragon Age and the war had begun, even though no one really noticed yet. Villains were common now and called Dragons because for the most part their motives were similar to dragons in fairy tales. They wanted riches to hoard, or women to steal away, or just to wreck havoc across the land.

Shego was finally recognized as a Knight, one who fought the villainous Dragons. Unfortunately, most law enforcement agencies still did not want to aid the plasma-wielder. So, she was left on her own when she went out to battle Dragons and it was taking a toll on her.

Flaring her hands high, she sliced through Cutlass' first sword, but he was wielding another. She growled as he cut her across the side and she ate the wound. She punched Cutlass in the gut with all of her might and he grunted as the heavy, charged fist collided with his stomach.

"Give it up," she snarled and punched him again.

"Never!" he replied, only to be punched again.

Cutlass tried to bring his sword to slice her once more. She saw it coming and used her claws to wound him first. She cut him across the shoulder, going through cloth and flesh. He hissed in pain and slashed at her to get her away from him. She came right back, though, and attacked as he was getting his sword in proper position. She cut into his arm to get him to drop the weapon, but that did not end the encounter.

-8-8-8-8-

"Shego, you really need to stop doing this on your own," Ann commented as she stitched up several deep wounds on the super-powered woman. The cuts needed the stitches, but she would have to take them out in a couple of days because of the green-skinned woman's healing factor.

"I can't do it with anyone else," Shego pointed out.

"Can't you just go out with Trin and Shin when they fight the Dragons?" the doctor suggested.

The pale woman shook her head. "They don't go out nearly as often as I do."

"Well, you might be going out too often. This is the third time you've come back injured and you need plenty of stitches. You have to do something differently. Why don't you team up with you brothers again?"

Shego scoffed. "Because they don't trust me and I don't want to deal with that headache." She then gave Ann an amused look. "You obviously don't have brothers. Kim would understand."

"No, I don't have brothers, but even Kim had someone helping her. You can't do it all yourself," the doctor argued as she finished up her sutures.

Shego did not reply and would have put the discussion out of her head, but Ann had to mention things to Ron. He eagerly volunteered to be her sidekick, which did not sit well with Shego. He had not been out in a while and had never been out with her. She was not sure if he would be able to handle it. Hell, she was not sure if she would be able to handle it … being out with him, not the villain.

"Ron, this isn't like when you were running around with Kimmie. The villains aren't cute, cuddly, or funny. Dragons are serious and deadly. They will kill you and not in some stupid, death trap way. I'm talking gun-in-your-face-blow-your-damned-brains-out. There's no joking around," Shego told him.

Ron waved the warning off. "I got this."

He changed his tune as soon as they were out in the thick of things. He smacked into the pavement and could have sworn he heard his skull crack. The impact certainly made his teeth rattle and he could taste the iron flavor of blood in his mouth.

"I don't got this," the blond groaned in severe pain.

"Shit," Shego hissed as her "sidekick" was flattened. She went to put an end to the battle before anything worse could happen … to either of them. She was bleeding, too.

"What the hell was that?" Ron asked as Shego helped him to his feet. Blood poured down his face; maybe his skull was cracked.

"I told you! This isn't what you remember and it's not what you're used to," Shego pointed out.

"Is it always like this?" he asked incredulously as he wiped the blood from his face.

Shego rotated her sore right shoulder. "More or less."

"Then, Missus Doctor Possible was right! You need help and I've gotten too useless to even be a damn sidekick! I helped save the world and now I can't take on some crazy crocodile dude!"

"Ron, trust me, I've fought with him a few times before and that crazy crocodile dude is just as bad as those aliens," Shego tried to assure him. He did not seem to believe her, though. She was not surprised that a few days later he left to go retrain in his ninja arts. She hoped he came back soon. I really could use all the help I can get around here.

-8-8-8-8-

Ron showed up at Yamanouchi with determination in his coffee-colored eyes. He had climbed the mountain with ease, so he was sure that he was not totally out of shape. But, he was still useless in the battles out in the real world and he could not stand the thought of that. I can't let things get worse than they already are. What would Kim think? I just can't let things get worse. So, he would train and get his mystical monkey skills under control. He would then return to Shego and help her save the world from going up in smoke.

"Stoppable-san, I have been expecting you," Master Sensei said as he met Ron at the front of the ninja school.

Brown eyes blinked in surprise. "You were? But, I didn't tell anyone that I was coming."

"I was still expecting you. I know that the outside world is in chaos and it will only get worse. You are wise to continue your training. I have put together a training manual and schedule for you," the old man informed Ron.

Ron could not help the stunned expression that was plastered to his face. "You worked all of that out for me already?"

"As I said, I was expecting you."

Ron could only nod. Master Sensei turned and walked deeper into the school with Ron right behind him. The blond got right to work. He wanted to be able to return to Shego as soon as he could and keep the world together, not torn apart by all of the insane Dragons.

-8-8-8-8-

Ron was going through his morning katas after being at the school for over a week when he got his first glimpse of Yori. She was going through her own exercises, jogging around the compound. He watched her, but he did not approach her. He remained focused on his goal. The world was more important than reigniting his friendship with Yori. Besides, he knew that she would understand what he was trying to do.

He did watch Yori every morning that they were out together. He doubted that she noticed. She never looked in his direction, not as much as a glimpse. Inside, he felt a little hurt because he was sure that Yori was aware of him. All of the ninjas at the school knew he was there, after all. So, why is Yori ignoring me, acting like she doesn't know I'm here?

Of course, he was somewhat happy that she was ignoring him because he was not distracted by her much. Every now and then, thoughts of Yori crept into his mind, but not enough to take him from his task. He only acknowledged her when he felt he was ready to return to the outside world – back to the Dragons.

"Hey, Yori," Ron said as he approached her in the early morning on the day that he was going to leave. He was dressed in the black ninja gi with the Lotus Blade strapped to his side.

"Ron-san, are you leaving now?" she asked in quiet tone. She did not break her katas and she kept her eyes trained forward, not daring to look at the blond warrior.

"Yeah, the world is going to hell and I really need to go stop that from happening," he replied, pointing his thumb behind him to refer to the outside world.

She nodded. "You're still noble and righteous. I hope you're successful in your fight."

"You could come and help," he offered.

"I'd like to, but I'd need to ask Master Sensei. You're the only ninja that can come and go as you please."

"Oh." He sighed, feeling disappointed. "We could really use the help out there."

"I will ask, but you should not wait for me. It is your honor to save the world. You also honor Kim's memory by acting so bravely."

"But, I can wait."

She shook her head. "Master Sensei does not make these decisions lightly. It could be days before he responds and there is a high chance that he will say 'no.'"

Ron blinked. "He would say no? Even if it meant you saving the world?" he asked incredulously.

"He would not let me leave when the aliens attacked."

His mouth would have hit the ground if it could have. "Did he tell you why?"

"No, he does not have to justify to me or any other ninja around here. I will try my best to join you."

Ron smiled and nodded. "I hope you can come out."

"I do, too. Now, you need to go and do what you are destined to do."

Ron smiled again and surprised her by hugging her. She made a yelp noise, but she returned to the embrace. A small smile graced her features and he felt her sigh. He wondered why she did it, but he did not ask. They held each other for a few seconds and then Ron was gone.

-8-8-8-8-

"Ron, I've got a message for you that's marked as an emergency," Wade reported, speaking through the Kimmunicator that the blond warrior now carried with him at all times.

"Kinda busy now, Wade," Ron grunted as he blocked a bullet with the Lotus Blade. Shego then ran from behind him and leaped at their enemies, knocking down the man that fired at her partner.

"It's from Yori."

"Yori?" he gasped in shock. "What does she want? What does she need?"

"She's going after Monkey Fist. She says he stole a secret parchment and it could be dangerous. She wants your help."

"I'll do that as soon as I'm done here," Ron stated. He locked eyes with Shego, who nodded to show that she understood. They continued on with their battle and Wade did not interrupt them again.

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Ron and Yori met up close to Monkey Fist's mansion. It had been almost a year since they last saw each other, but they were professional enough to hold off on hugging each other. They scouted out the area, trying to figure out the best way to approach the situation.

"You'd think that Monkey Fist would leave this stuff alone after he was turned to stone. How did he get un-stoned, anyway?" Ron asked curiously.

"The spell that held him was never meant to hold him for long, according to Master Sensei," Yori replied.

"Speaking of Master Sensei, he only put you on this?"

She shook her head. "He told me to find you. He believes that we should be more than enough to handle this."

"What? But, Monkey Fist was able to get into the school and take the parchment, so clearly he's capable of a lot," the blond reasoned.

"He is sneaky, yes, but probably not up to fighting. He only just got out of his stone form. He should not be too tough. We just have to hope he does not use the parchment. It contains ninja magic."

"Of course it does," he sighed. Because why should this be easy and Monkey Fist just want to read old ninja stories or something? "Well, let's go get it."

Yori nodded in agreement and they made their move. Slipping into the mansion was the easiest thing that the duo did that night. The whole place was covered in ninja monkeys and they noticed the pair after they were deep into the large house. It was just impossible to get by so many animals, even for two very skilled ninjas.

When they met up with Monkey Fist, things got infinitely worse. It would seem that he had read the parchment. The powers that it had given him did not seem too threatening at first. He was able to block their path by telekinetically moving chairs and things in their way as he fled. It was when they got into his weapons room that things took a turn for the worse and he threw every Eastern weapon that had ever existed at them. At one point he managed to pin them against the wall.

"Really, monkey telekinetics? When in the hell did monkeys become telekinetic?" Ron huffed as he pulled free of the wall, ripping his clothing in the process.

Yori was right behind him, but between the screaming monkeys and flying daggers, they were not able to catch Monkey Fist. They would have continued chasing him forever if necessary, but Yori was called back to mountain as soon as she reported he got away.

"I'm sorry we didn't get him," Ron said.

"Do not be. Master Sensei will send more seasoned warriors after the parchment. It will be fine," she tried to assure him. Ron's typically honest face showed that he did not believe that. He would loathe being right.

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The world was on fire. It was Hell. The Dragons' Eaters War was in full swing. Ron had felt its sting already by losing his parents in a bomb strike from some mad man. Hana had been injured in the blast since it hit the house. Thankfully, the injury was not serious and Ron was not sure if that was luck or it had to do with Hana being some sort of mystical being. Either way, she walked away from the strike, but was now an orphan.

Ron did not have much time to think about that as Yori got in contact with him, telling him there was an emergency at the school. She needed him immediately. He responded by taking Shego's jet without asking; it was only through Shego's great foresight that he knew how to operate the thing.

"I won't fail Yori again," he vowed.

He ended up in the middle of a war zone. Monkey Fist was actually attacking Yamanouchi if the waves of monkey ninjas meant anything. The blond jumped right into the fray, fighting through monkeys and looking for Yori. It was in that battling that he found out Monkey Fist had not just been upgrading himself. His monkey ninjas suddenly had laser vision.

"What the hell? Since when does laser vision go hand in hand with monkeys?" Ron huffed. Why does nothing in monkey kung-fu have to do with monkeys beyond the actual freaking monkeys? He made his way through the deadly creatures while trying to find Yori in the chaos. Yori actually found him.

"Ron-san, thank you for coming. Monkey Fist is trying to conquer the school and plunder our secrets. He went into Master Sensei's home," she informed him, pointing to the building.

He nodded and took off for the structure. He cut a path through the monkeys that got in his way. He smelled smoke the second that he entered the building, but ignored it even as it got hotter as he moved deeper into the place. He ran right into the flames as he entered Master Sensei's personal chambers.

The sound of the flames crackling and the wooden structure splintering drowned out the actions at the head of the room. Monkey Fist was fighting with Master Sensei. The two warriors went at each other with blazing ferocity, but it was the end of the battle.

Monkey Fist moved a bit of debris that was on fire with his newly found telekinetic powers and it almost slammed the master in the head, but he blocked. The debris turned out to be a distraction, giving Monkey Fist a precious moment to stab Master Sensei in the chest with a kunai.

"Sensei!" Ron screamed as he charged into the fray, slashing at Monkey Fist with the Lotus Blade to get the villain away from the wounded master.

Monkey Fist was taken by surprise, but managed to get out of the way. He was about to counter, but the ceiling collapsed. Monkey Fist took off, getting out of the burning building. Ron was about to go after him, but Master Sensei groaned and the blond turned to him.

"I got you, Master Sensei," Ron assured the elderly man as he gently lifted the injured body.

Ron managed to pull Master Sensei to safety. As he was coming out, he scanned the area for some trace of Monkey Fist. The mutant was gone and his monkey soldiers were retreating.

"Why is he leaving? He's kicking our butts," Ron commented.

"He only wants the treasures and he thinks those are burning," Master Sensei wheezed.

"Are they?"

Master Sensei opened his mouth to respond, but could not. He ended up shaking his head. Ron was not sure what to do as the monkeys retreated and the Yamanouchi ninja noticed their fallen master.

"Ron-san, what happened to Master Sensei?" Yori asked as she rushed to his side.

"Monkey Fist happened. He stabbed Master Sensei! I need help!" Ron called, knowing there were medics somewhere in the ninja ranks. Those few warriors pushed forward to assist.

Master Sensei shook his head. "No time. More injuries," he hissed and then he locked eyes with Ron. "That man can't get any more artifacts or manuals. He will get too powerful. The world would be in danger."

Ron nodded to show that he understood and then Master Sensei died in his arms. The blond stiffened, unsure what to do with himself. He had never had someone die in his arms, but he had failed someone else important. He had failed again. He was not sure who took the body from him. He was not sure about anything for a while, not even if he should go home. He stayed at Yamanouchi.

Yori did her best to take care of the shell-shocked ninja. Ron did not have long to be stunned as Monkey Fist attacked again less than a month later. Ron stood against him and showed him just how proficient he was in Tai Shing Pek Quar. Monkey Fist ended up retreating again. But, they all knew that he would be back.

-8-8-8-8-

"Thanks for bringing Hana for me," Ron said to Shego as she handed the little girl over. Shego had flown out to Japan just to reunite the siblings. Hana ran to her brother and leaped into his arms with a happy cheer.

"No problem. You sure you want to stay here?" Shego asked as she looked around the school. The ninjas were fixing the destruction from Monkey Fist's last couple of assaults.

Ron nodded. "I have to make sure Monkey Fist doesn't get his hands on anything else. He's already insane, got an army of monkey ninjas, and now knows magic. We can't risk him getting more or he'll be the Dragon ruling the world."

"Okay, if you think this is the right thing. Don't be scared to call if you need me. I eat Dragons for breakfast," she remarked with a smirk.

"Yeah, well, the Kimmunicator works both ways. If you need me, let me know. I'm not abandoning you."

"I know you're not. You're helping by making sure we don't have a powerful Dragon roaming the Earth. That's more than enough."

Ron nodded and he turned, walking off into the school. Yori was by his side moments later. Despite the conditions of the world, or maybe because of her knowledge, Shego smiled at the sight of the trio as they disappeared in a crowd.

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Yori took responsibility of Hana along with Ron. The kunoichi was overjoyed that the child was back at the school, back in her life. Hana took to Yori immediately, not really remembering her, but feeling the familiarity between them. Ron was grateful that their relationship gave him one less thing to worry about.

They had a short reprieve before Monkey Fist showed up again. Yori had prepared for the battle beyond fight training. She had a hiding place for Hana to keep her safe.

"Remember how we practiced, Hana-chan?" Yori asked as she tucked the small child into a tiny crawl space on the side of the mountain.

The little girl nodded. "Gotta be quiet and not move until you or onii-san comes." She had picked up on Japanese easily and had taken to referring to Ron by the Japanese word for "brother" instead of his name.

"Such a good little girl," Yori praised the child and kissed Hana's forehead before pushing a rock in front Hana's hiding place.

Yori went off to fight and returned to Hana as soon as she could. It would be a routine for them whenever Monkey Fist attacked. Ron appreciated the hiding place and the fact that Hana trusted Yori and listened to Yori since Monkey Fist attacked often. Yori always made sure Hana was protected. Ron, in return, always made sure Yori was safe.

Little did Ron realize, but Yori took care of more Stoppables than just Hana. Yori was the one that made certain that Ron did not work himself to death, made sure he ate, showered, and several other little things. By the time Ron noticed her effort, it had been months since she started.

"Thanks for all of the support," Ron said out of the blue as they sat down for dinner. They ate in private, as did most of the school now. It was a chance for all of them to decompress.

Yori gave him a curious look. "Why are you thanking me? This is my honor," she said with a smile, as if she was making a joke. She then turned to Hana, who had fallen asleep as soon as she finished eating. She rubbed the child's back, just because she knew that Hana liked it.

Ron managed a laugh for the first time in a long time. "Then this is my honor," he remarked as he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to Yori's lips.

Yori yelped in surprise as his lips touched hers, but she quickly got into the swing of things. She returned the kiss to the best of her limited ability. She let out a disappointed mewl as he pulled away.

"What was that, Ron-san?" Yori asked in a low, dazed tone.

"I should've done that a long time ago. You know, I look at you sometimes and you make me remember that I have a heart. You are my heart and my soul. You've kept me alive, Yori," he replied in a soft tone.

"It has been my honor …" the kunoichi said with a smile. "Well, that and you make me warm."

Ron smiled, too. He could not believe that it took him so long to notice that Yori was the only person keeping him together, the only person keeping him sane. She made him feel human. She was his reason to get up in the morning and to not just lie down and die.

"I love you," Ron realized, speaking aloud.

And Yori's smile grew. "I love you, too."

They leaned over to each other and kissed again. Ron smiled against her lips, disbelieving how right it felt to kiss Yori. I want to do this for the rest of my life.

-8-8-8-8-

The rest of Yori's life proved to be very short. A few years later Monkey Fist attacked again and Yori was over eight months pregnant. Monkey Fist was still insistent on stealing from the school and each time he showed up a little more powerful, but Ron always stopped him. That day Ron was the loser, even though Monkey Fist would be the one retreating as always.

Yori was much slower than usual because of her pregnancy and Monkey Fist had learned that she was important to the ninja that kept making a fool out of him. He targeted her, no doubt about that. He waited until her back was to him before striking. She barely made a sound as his sword slid into her chest and he wisely left before Ron noticed the fatally wounded shinobi.

"Yori-nee?" Hana called as the battle waned. She was old enough to fight now and she insisted on defending her home with everyone else. She was the one that spotted Yori, bleeding out on the ground. "Yori-nee!"

Hana slid down next to the woman that she had come to view as a big sister, best friend, and mother rolled up in one. Tearing her clothes, she used the cloth to cover and put pressure on the wound. She screamed for help and for her brother while begging for Yori to hang on.

"Please, Yori-nee, just wait. You'll be okay, you'll be okay," Hana repeated over and over again. Tears gathered in her eyes and burned their way down her face.

"Shh …" Yori forced out a small smile. "Don't cry, Hana-chan. Don't cry," she implored in a whispered tone. She tried to bring her hand up to touch Hana's cheek, but she could not move her hand enough.

"I won't cry, but you gotta be okay!" Hana bawled.

Ron rushed over as soon as he noticed the pair. He dropped down to them and cradled them both to him as if to protect them. His eyes were wild as he took in the sight his wounded wife.

"Yori, hold on, baby. Just hold on," he pled. "We need help over here! Help, medic! Medic!" he screamed with tears welled up in his eyes. He held her tighter. "Help! Help!"

Eventually his frantic cries were answered and a medic showed up. Ron and Hana were shoved aside to allow the doctors space for them to work on Yori. They quickly took her to the nearest clean room. Ron and Hana followed, standing in a corner. An eternity seemed to pass as they waited.

When the sounds of a baby crying echoed through the room, Ron rushed over to see what was happening. Yori had a weary smile on her face as she clutched a wailing newborn to her bosom. She looked up and locked eyes with Ron. Onyx on cocoa seemed to last forever, but also less than a second. In that moment, Ron watched as the light faded from Yori's beautiful eyes until it was gone, until she was gone.

Ron dropped to his knees and his screams drowned out the baby's cries. It felt like the whole world shifted underneath him. It was then that he finally realized nothing would ever be the same.

-8-8-8-8-

Battling Monkey Fist was beyond routine by now. He continued to acquire mystical powers, but never could overcome Ron to get to the true secrets of their shared art. The closest that he had come was attacking right after Yori died as Ron had been in a huge depression. Hana had stepped up to the plate that time. It had been quite the embarrassing defeat for Monkey Fist.

What would be Monkey Fist's final assault was unusual. He attacked with modern weapons, finding the dark arts were not getting him what he desired. Shego was chasing him because he had stolen military weapons, but she was not going to be the one to get him.

Monkey Fist showed up with plans to play for keeps and had a target in mind. While his monkey minions practically razed the school to the ground, Monkey Fist searched for Ron's one weakness. If he could get Ron back to his depressed state of mind, he would be able to destroy him. Monkey Fist then made the last move of his life.

Monkey Fist locked into Ron's last piece of sanity and laughed maniacally. "You really shouldn't have your son wear all white on a battlefield. It makes him stand out," he snickered as he took aim with a high-powered rifle.

Ron noticed the weapon trained on his son the instant that it was raised. Monkey Fist, however, never noticed the mystical monkey master move. The rage that burned in Ron could have consumed the sun. Monkey Fist had taken his master and his wife, had made him an utter failure in all aspects of life as far as he was concerned. And now the bastard thinks he can take my son? Thinks he can just point a gun at my last gift from my dearest Yori? Thinks he can have Ryujin's life and I'll just accept that? Fuck that!

Ron appeared in a puff of blue mist, getting in between Monkey Fist and Ryujin. His eyes glowed a blazing light cerulean and a halo colored like the sky surrounded him. Monkey Fist did not even have time to gasp as Ron ripped his throat open with one hand.

Monkey Fist's eyes went wide and his hands went to his neck as a choking noise tried to escape his mouth. As he dropped to his knees, his gaze went to Ron, who loomed over him without remorse. Before the world faded, Monkey Fist noted behind Ron stood his son with a look of sheer terror. Was it because his father had killed someone or did he realize how close he came to being reunited with his mother? Monkey Fist would never know.

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In a corner, not far from the scene, Shego smiled. She knew what Monkey Fist had put Ron through and he deserved his fate. It was also good to know that Ron had that in him because it was what he would need to survive in the real world and she needed him back in the real world since the threat to Yamanouchi was now polluting the soil with his blood.

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Next time: Shadow Hand tries to figure out why Kim called him by name and Kim hangs out with Bonnie for their checkups.

This chapter is based on this picture (take out the parenthesis): (yogurthfrost.)(deviantart.)(com/)(art/)WHAT-IF-Scene-Ron-lost-42401674