Disclaimer: Insert standard disclaimer about not owning Kim Possible.

Authors Notes: I would like to thank all that have reviewed. For those that have read some of my other stories know I like to put some interesting twists into stories. This one will be no different. The beginning wasn't twisted enough you ask? Wait for a couple of chapters.

Ron guided Yori to the first period English class. As they walked Ron had pointed out interesting facts about the school. Who was okay, and who was to avoid. "Oh, Ron-san, your American ways are so funny."

"Oh, yeah, it's a laugh riot. Yori, something you might want to do is to drop the honorifics. It might get you picked on by some of the people."

"You no longer wish me to call you Ron-san?"

"NO, no. I am cool with it, I like it. Other people may not. It makes you stick out. High school is about learning to fit in. I don't, but I never have. I don't want you to go through the hell that I do."

"Ron-san, that is so sweet. I shall endeavor to fit in since that is what you want. Hiro-chan spoke of a Bonnie; she should help me fit in."

"Uh, yeah, about Bonnie," Ron said as the entered the classroom.

"What about me, Stoppable?" inquired the now head cheerleader.

"Oh, you are Bonnie. Hirotaka-san sends his greetings."

A rare flush spread across the brunette's face. "You know Hirotaka?"

"Hai, we go… went to the same school. I was chosen to study abroad, and when he found out I was to come here he asked me to tell you that he hasn't forgotten about your time together, and he apologizes that he has lost your 'digits' and email address."

"That's okay, things happen… Do you have his?"

Ron was in awe; Bonnie was actually nice. "We need to get in our seats before the bell. We don't want to run the risk of detention, right Bon-Bon?"

"Yeah, Ron, but get me his email address, Yori, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Bonnie…" she answered, catching herself before she added the honorific.

"Thanks."

Ron tried to get Yori to sit in the back but quickly capitulated to what Ron thought must be her puppy dog pout, and sat in the front with her. The blackboard looked so huge up here; it was like a movie screen. "Wow."

"What is it Ron-san?"

"I never knew the blackboard could look this big."

This elicited a giggle from the raven haired girl to his left. "I'm serious, Yori. I have always sat at the back of class. This is totally different."

"A lot of things are different, Ron-san. But it is good that you are not as in the emotional turmoil that the elders sensed at the beginning."

"I was… but some things have changed. I will talk to you about them later." Ron straightened up as the teacher came into the room, paused, looked at him, and then cleaned her glasses. Ron nervously smiled back.

"Mr. Stoppable, to what do I owe this never before occurrence? Do we perhaps have a set up of something?"

"N-no, Ms. Daniels, Yori insisted on sitting on the first row."

"Yori? Oh, Miss Oshinko, yes, I see that you may be a good influence on our class slacker." Ron just sunk into his chair at the put down. He was used to it. It still hurt, but at least it hit on calloused parts of his soul.

"Daniels-sensei, it is said where I come from that the students rise to the level of the teacher. I am sure that Ron-san will do the same."

"Uh, yes, yes I am sure he will. Mr. Stoppable, you will share your text book with Miss Oshinko until we can acquire one for her."

The two teens scooted their desks closer together. Ron pulled out his English book and opened it to the current chapter. Yori smiled when she looked at it.

"Well, I am glad I have at least one student that is smiling, I am sure after class that none of you will be smiling."

Yori's smile didn't dim, but her eyes had a query in them that wasn't answered. As the class progressed she realized why. The minutiae of the curriculum was added to minutiae. Yori realized that this teacher was trying to break the spirit of the class. Her facial features assumed the same as those around her. When the teacher saw this homework was issued.

"Ron-san, is she always like this?" asked Yori in a whisper that was barely audible. "Answer using the Willow's Wind technique we taught you at school."

Ron nodded, remembering the technique, "Yes, always. I don't why, but it is always like this."

"Mr. Stoppable, I understand the need for your lips to move when you read, but please do not allow sound to come out of them."

"Sorry, Ms. Daniels."

"Your mastery of the technique will come Ron-san. We will work on it. Thank you for confirming my observations, now onto your homework."

Ron just nodded and frowned at the paper as his pen scratched across the surface. With a sigh, he realized that he had finished the tenth and last sentence. He looked at astonishment as the bell rang and the sound of desks being emptied.

"Is there anything wrong, Ron-san?"

"No, Yori, I just finished my homework. That NEVER happens. Must be the front row thing."

"So tomorrow, Ron-san?"

"We will sit on the front row with out me whining."

Yori smiled at him and nudged him to start moving. She slipped Bonnie a sheet of paper when she passed her, and she and Ron merged into the flow of humanity in the hall.

"Next period is Chemistry. Boring as heck, since they won't let me play thing things anymore."

"I am sure that there is something there that causes a reaction with you."

"What's that supposed to mean, Yori?"

"The way your voice spoke of anticipation."

"Trust me, there is nothing about Chem that causes me to have anticipation."

"Hey, Ron! I heard that the new exchange was with you," bubbled the platinum blond.

Ron smiled to Tara, "Yep, Tara this is Yori, Yori this is Tara."

"Pleased to meet you." I now know why Ron is in anticipation.