Disclaimer: I keep writing the disclaimers and they keep getting believed. Does that mean if I stopped writing how I don't own Kim Possible that people would believe I did own it?

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"Bye, Mom. I won't be late," Ron said as he rounded the bottom of the stairs and headed for the door.

"Ronald, wait a moment."

"Yes, Mom?"

"Where are you going? After what you pulled this morning…"

"I'm sorry about that. I had to get out before I went crazy. I made it to school on time. That counts for something right?"

"I suppose… But where are you going now?"

"I was invited to a party at Bonnie's house. I won't be staying long since it is a sleep over. I should be home no later than eleven. Any later and I will call, okay?"

"Okay, I have her number?"

"Yes, Mom, on the cheer squad list by the phone, anything else?"

"No, I think that's it," she said trying to smooth down his hair.

"MOM," he whined as he left the house. He quickly regained his composure just in time to turn around and see Kim walk through the door. "KP THAT is going to take some getting used to."

"Sorry, you slammed the door before I could get out. You couldn't see me for a moment could you? When you were freaking when your mom was doing that with your hair?"

"You know how that sets me off. How did you know that I couldn't see you?"

"You were a different color," Kim said as she glided towards the street staying even with Ron. "I don't know how else to describe it. So you left the house this morning? Where did you go?"

"Later, KP, there is a lot that I need to tell you, but let's get Yori and head to Bonnie's."

"Sure, Ron, but where did you go?"

"Not important right now, Kim."

"You think I will get THAT mad?"

"Yes."

"WHERE, RON?"

Cringing at that voice Ron answered, "On a bike ride with Shego."

"WHAT?"

"Amp it down, KP. Without you around, I was going crazy, something was missing besides you. She showed me what it was. She gave me some also. It was the excitement, the thrill, the raw adrenalin coursing through my blood. When we were out fighting the freaks or risking our lives to save others… I felt alive. The could have put me into the coffin with you that day and it would have been kinder than to turn me back into a no one. Shego gave me her card after the service. She was the one person there that I could remember you. The real you, that is. The adventuring good girl that saved the world. Shego lost the same thing when you died. Sure, she has others that she could fight, but not like you."

Ron looked at the wavering form of his friend. She could see the pain and loss in his eyes that he masked so well. "She wants me to be a hero. She is going to train me. If I don't, she will make sure that I do."

"Ron, no, don't do it because of her… do it because you want to. Someone else will step up," her voice was now the melodic voice.

"It's okay. Part of me wants to do it. I am just so used to you taking the lead." He paused at the door. "Guess we need to keep the conversation on hold for a bit. Don't want them to think I have lost it." He rang the door bell.

"Any more than normal, that is."

Ron was about to say something to her when the door opened. Yori stood in front of him in a motorcycle racing suit in blue and white. "Konichiwa, Ron-kun."

Only Kim's phantom hand doing a Three Stooges eye poke to Ron snapped him out of the scanning the hills and valleys of the Japanese girl's body. "Y-Yori… you look… amazing."

"Arigato, Ron-kun, shall we go?"

Ron nodded absently as he offered his arm to her. "Why are you calling me Ron-kun? I thought you call me Ron-san."

"San shows respect, it is a bit distant. Kun is more familiar, closer… how it that you say… is intimate," she finished pulling close to Ron.

"Ron, you defiantly have to tell me about Yori."