I am kind of rushing ahead with this chapter, so I hope this doesn't confuse anyone. Let's just say that during the time span that this covers, Kim and Ron are doing what they always do best. Defeating their usual foes, and when they have time, mess around, and have a little nookie. I may post a one shot later on covering it. I know how much some of you like the smuff stuff! Anyways, on with the show!

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, except for Nanashi/Daichi, whom I created for this fan Fiction.

Nanashi Re-Named

As Yori stood by her Grandfathers bedside, she suddenly realized that she left the baby back at home.

She whispered into her Grandfathers ear as if he could hear her. "I must go and get Nanashi, Grandfather. I will be right back."

Yori half jogged back to her house to retrieve her child. When she walked into the Dojo, and went over to the crib, Nanashi was standing up, looking like a two-year-old. She lifted the child out of the crib, and set him down. Nanashi was holding onto the side of the crib, and he slowly let go. He then tentatively took a couple steps. As he stumbled forward, he was getting his legs, as it were, and was suddenly able to walk around with no problem whatsoever!

Yori took his hand, and said, "Come with me. We are going to see your great-grandfather in the hospital."

"Nnn, No." Nanashi spoke!

"What?" Yori said, whirling around and looking at the child, almost with fear in her eyes.

"I said, NO, Mother."

"H… how can you… speak so… so soon?"

"I am a fast learner. Now I must learn other things." The child pulled Yori down to his level with the hand she was already holding. He then raised his other hand, and placed it on her face, fingers spread apart. Both their bodies went rigid, and did not move.

Where is it? Where is it? Moootherrrr? Wheeeere arrrre youuuuu? Aha! There you are.

Inside Yori's mind, Nanashi had found out who she was personally. He also found the information he was looking for. Fighting styles. He was able to find six fighting styles in Yori's mind, and he in essence downloaded a copy of them to his own mind. He knew there were others, but he could not access them. Yori had some sort of block around them in her mind. Must be something that old geezer taught her. No matter, I will work on these I have, and become a master at them.

The total time he was in his mother's mind was only about a minute, but it seemed like 30. When he finally broke the meld, Yori collapsed on the floor, drained of energy. She had been violated in the worst possible way. Her mind had been invaded.

For the next two months, he was able to train with Yori, and the other students, honing his skills, and becoming a master at the six fighting styles he had ripped from Yori's mind. Those who did not wish to train him, he was able to… persuade them.

At this time, only three months had passed since his birth, but for all intensive purposes, he looked a child of 8 years old.

During the next three months, Yori went to visit her Grandfather every evening before going to bed. Sometimes she took Nanashi with her, sometimes she didn't. The nurses and doctors started to shy away from the child each time he came with his Mother. Behind closed doors, they would talk amongst each other, as the students also did, and spoke of the child as an abomination. The advanced aging of the child could only mean he was not born naturally. No one spoke to Yori about this.

Nanashi stood out from everyone else. Not only because he was quickly aging, but he looked nothing like his mother. Strawberry blond hair, and hazel eyes. One day, some students began to pick on him, and call him names. In a fit of rage, he lashed out at one of the students who had been taunting him, and the strike shattered his nose, sending bone fragments into the student's brain, killing him. No one picked on him again after that. It was considered an accident, a one-in-a-million lucky shot that shouldn't have happened. But Nanashi knew different.

At one point, Yori wanted to cut Nanashi's hair, as it was hanging past his shoulders. But he would have nothing of it.

"Nan…" She had started to call him that as a nickname. "I really wish you would get a haircut."

"I wish it to stay this way, Mother. You will not cut it, unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" His eyes glowed with a blackish-blue color as he spoke.

"Yes, Nan. I understand." Yori said, bowing her head. This child had taken control of her. He had taken control of her life at a mere 6 months (8 years) old. The only person that could truly help them was still in a coma. Yori was starting to fear for her life. For the next three months, he continued to train, advancing by leaps and bounds.

Nanashi finally reached the chronological age of puberty, which was about 16 years old. In actuality, he was only 9 months old. It was at this time that the advanced aging process stopped, and he then aged at a normal rate of speed. By this time, he had also become a master of the six fighting styles. No one in the school could even touch him.

One evening, while Nanashi was meditating, he had an epiphany. He had to have been born for a reason. He pulled himself of his meditation, and asked his mother if she would take him to where the archived scrolls were. When she refused, he was able to extract the information from her with a quick mind meld.

Scanning the shelves, he found the right scroll after only two tries. He read the same words aloud that Sensei had read.

"Born of a woman's womb, but not hers, it shall devour all that is righteous. Power created the same as that which controls the Lotus Blade, but shines Black to it's White, shall be his weapon. His name shall be…"

"This is me!" He said in a hushed voice, but excitedly. Nanashi decided at that point to change his name. Since the name on the scroll was torn off, he would have to come up with one on his own. He immediately thought of a new name. Daichi meant 'Great First Son'. He felt that it fit him perfectly. He was Yori's first son, and he was definitely great. At least in his own mind.

Daichi strode out of the archive's building with a purpose in his step. He must find out who the other is that has the power. The old man was still in a coma, so he wouldn't be any help. The only other person he could get the information he needed from was his so-called Mother.

Daichi burst into his home, looking around for his mother. "Mother!" He bellowed.

Yori was curled up in a ball in a corner of her bedroom, fearful of the time when Nanashi would return. When she heard him come in and call her, she visibly cringed.

Slowly she uncurled herself, and walked out into the front room and stood in front of him. He had become a little taller than her, and was definitely stronger.

"I am in need of information." Daichi said, sneering into Yori's face.

"Please, Nanashi…" Yori began.

"I am Nanashi no more!" He yelled into her face. "I am now called Daichi!"

He forcefully grabbed his mother's head, one hand behind, and one hand covering her face. Immediately he entered into her mind, searching for clues.

It was like opening files in a computer. File after file he searched. Finally he happened upon something interesting.

Mystical Monkey Power? What's this? He dug deeper. Tai Xing Pek Wahr, Monkey King Fu, Lotus Blade… Finally! A name! Wait, two names! Kim Possible, and Ron Stoppable. It's got to be him!

Yori vaguely recalled being carried back into her room, and being placed onto her bed. She felt so tired, and so alone. She needed Sensei. She needed help. She needed… Ron.

Yori muttered to herself as she silently cried. "Ron-san, Kim-san… I'm so, so sorry!"

After placing his so-called mother into her bed, and locking her in the room, Daichi set to figuring out how to get this Ron Stoppable to come to Yamanouchi. It was here he wished to dispose of his opposite, but he needed to get Ron to come here. But how?