This chapter is a bit shorter than I'd like, but it just came to a good place to stop. Also, since placed in a new feature that lets me send replies to the reviewers, they won't allow me to talk to you reviewers through my stories from now on. Also, expect an explosion to occur in a few chapters.

Chapter 17: En Route


Kim hated Ron.

Seriously, she really hated Ron. She almost hated the deserter so much that she would have to try her hardest just to make sure that she didn't even kill him at sight of him, wherever the hell he was. Everything that has happened to her lately was all because of him. Her being suspended, her being kicked off the cheer squad, her being banned from International and National missions! Hell even her hospital being destroyed was because of him. If he wouldn't have been such a pussy about his restaurant, if he would've just suck it up and stayed by her side like he always has, none of this travesty would've happened to her. After all she's done for him, after putting up with his crap, and this is how he repaid her? All of her pain, all of her humiliation, all of her suffering was because of him! Including this travesty.

Now due to her hospital being destroyed, she had to pay a huge fine. Of course, she might have gotten neat stuff, but she wasn't rich. Now to pay for the fine, she basically had to sell all of her stuff to pay it off. While everything was still in mint condition, it was still not enough. Therefore, she had to do the unthinkable. The one thing she had never imagined that she'd do, let alone want to. The one thing that was just about worse than being mocked by D-list celebrities…

With a sigh, Kim brushed her hair back as sat on the twin-sized bed in the room she was sharing. Right now it was midnight, and for the next two weeks, she had to stay in this house, sharing it with five other people. All because of Ron's selfishness, all because of his ungratefulness! It was because of him, he had to have her as a roommate! Out of all the people in the house, she just had to be stuck sharing a room with her!

"What's the matter Kim? Sad that you're not as big as you once were anymore?" A familiar heckling voice taunted her as her eyes narrowed. Why did she have to be the last person to arrive at the house? She would've been happy to share a room with the reality show "Truth or Volcano" winner Christy Styles. She would've been happy to share a room with Ted McDurst of all people. She would've been happy to have legendary action star Barry Gusey as a roommate. Hell, Rudolph Farnsworth, Mr. White Stripe himself would've been a better roommate, even if she had to deal with his "silent but deadly stink sprays" from time to time. As long as it meant that she wouldn't have been stuck with Miss "Freaky" herself, Adrena Lynn!

"Why don't you just can it, you no-skilled has-been!" Kim replied bitterly. "At least unlike you, I'm not a fake."

The short-haired teen scoffed, "At least it's better than destroying a children's hospital!" She placed a finger under her chin, "I wonder how many children got hurt…"

Kim was ready to pounce on Adrena, ready to beat her to a bloody pulp. Ever since she had arrived into the house, Adrena Lynn had made it a personal mission to make the next two weeks miserable for her. Obviously she still had a grudge against her for her being exposed to be the huge fake that she is. But damn it, that was Ron's doing, not hers! So why was she suffering for it? But no matter! Kim knew that if it came down to them, she'd win a knockdown drag-out fight with no problem. She was in the same class as Bonnie: Bitchy, but otherwise no threat. But there was no changing what it was: This was now her life for the next two weeks. This was The Surreal Life.

Instead of attacking, she took out her Kimmunicator. If she was to calm down anytime soon, Wade had better have results… "Wade…" She said in a demanding tone. She wasn't in any mood for ifs, ands, or buts, especially any excuses. She demanded results.

In Wade's Room

Wade just sighed as looked at the piercing, demanding eyes of Kim. It had become the norm to seeing her that way ever since the mission fiasco with the Eye of Ra. Now she's become bitter, cold, and… lets just say that he was glad he rarely, if ever, left his room! People wondered why, after seeing how backstabbing she was and what she did to Ron, he decided to stay with her rather than giving her his resignation. But besides Josh, Wade was just about the only friend she had left. He gave his word that for better and worse, through thick and thin, he'd stand by her.

So now he was left with the number one task besides helping her out on the local missions she rarely got: Finding Ron. A smirk came to the young boy's face. His orders were to find him, but that doesn't mean that he had to be successful! He promised that he wouldn't lie to her, but there was no need. Ron's tracking chip was long gone and hardly anyone had seen him, except for Felix, Bonnie, and Tara. And there was no way Kim would talk to them, let alone getting any information of Ron's whereabouts from them. Needless to say, this was just a glorified wild goose chase.

"Sorry Kim, no luck…" He informed her. He might have not showed it on his face, but on the inside he was laughing. If she only knew that Ron had gotten rid of every means of tracking him down. To be honest, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"You mean you still can't find him?" She replied. Once again, she was tweaked. "Seriously, how hard is it to find him? I mean, it's not like he just disappeared from the face of the earth."

"Did you tried talking to his parents."

"They wouldn't tell me anything."

"Cell phone?"

"Still at his parents' house."

"Tried talking to Bonnie, Felix, and Tara." Wade had to hide a smirk from this accusation.

"Get real!"

"Tried talking to Rufus?" Wade's eyes went wide, having realized what he just said. But he shrugged it off. He knew that Tim and Jim were his new owners, so therefore if Kim tried looking for him, she would be back to square one. And Rufus wasn't exactly Kim's biggest fan, either. Yes, searching for Ron was all but futile. Not even Kim's smile was evident on her face.

"Wade…" She asked with a smug smile, "Rufus still has his chip, right?"

"Of course!" Wade said as he proceeded to track Rufus down. It shouldn't be that long. It should indicate that he was at the Possible's. However, the small white dot that indicated Rufus position was not only not at the Possible residence on the map, but it appeared to be moving. It was then when he remembered:

Rufus was with Felix, Bonnie, and Tara on a flight to Japan!

"What do you have Wade?"

"Well…I can't seem to find his position."

"Wade, don't lie to me, okay? You said that you had my back, right?"

"Yeah Kim…" He said dejectedly.

"And you said that you wouldn't lie to me?"

"Yes…"

"So spill Wade."

Wade sighed, as much as he didn't want to tell her, he was a man of his word. And for a person to go back on their word is a despicable act. "Right now Rufus is at the Middleton Airport."

"Why would Rufus be at the Airport?" Kim asked as she then began to notice Wade's silence. Silence that made her felt suspicious, as if Wade knew something she didn't. "Wade…"

He sighed, there was no use to lying. "Rufus is going with Felix, Bonnie and Tara to Japan."

"For what? What could they possibly-" She stopped as it became to be clear. Bonnie and Tara wouldn't even be in a 4-mile radius of the naked mole rat unless they had to. There could be only one solution to this. A smile formed on her face. "Set me up a ride, Wade."

"No Kim, you know that you're not allowed to-"

"Global Justice doesn't run the website, Wade!" She reminded. "Keep tracking them down. Wherever they're going, Ron's probably there."

"Don't you think that just showing up is the best idea?"

"I don't care! Ron and I need to have a talk. A long one!" She declared.

"Let me put it to you this way, Kim: Ron hates you!"

"I don't care what he thinks, much less how he feels! He's the one who got me into this mess. He's the reason why I'm in this celebrity cesspool right now instead of saving the world and being on top of the world and making money! Set up the ride right now and keep track of them. If Ron's going to have company come over, he's going to make room for one more."

Back at Yamanouchi

He didn't know how he did it, let alone with a wound. But he had managed to make it back to the school first, thus winning the race back home! Although it went back and forth, with Yori having a good yard away from him as well as Ron getting a large amount of feet from her. At the end, it was Ron, who barely managed to make it to the gate at the last second. For the first time, Ron managed to beat Yori, so it was a given that he was going to savior the moment.

Having since changed back to his white Gi, Ron was in the middle of a particular grueling training exercise: Controlling his Ki. He did okay the last time, but nobody was just going to just stand there and let him gather enough energy to fire in a fireball. After the sun had set, Ron would be returning to his own room. The part of the deal was that the winner is treated to dinner. Yori, apparently promised to make, as she put it, "an American-Style dinner," but when she got back all she told him to go to his room at sundown. The question was, what did she have in mind? What was he to expect? He was a bit disappointed that he didn't actually lose, he did sort of wanted to cook again. After all, it was the only thing that he knew that no one could top him at. Perhaps he could also make dinner. They could have their private dinner, alone. Just the two of them and nobody else!

"You must keep you level of Ki at a moderate amount, Stoppable-San." Sensei instructed him, watching the blonde's struggle. "You must not drop below nor go above."

His hair blew upward as Ron desperately tried to keep a steady pace. According to the exercise's purpose, it would help him not only gain energy quicker, but to also manage to control it without it draining him. Like most things in life, he would have to work his way up, starting little before going for more. The important thing was not how much energy you could gather and use, but how much your body could take.

So far so good, the amount of energy he was gaining was not less, but not too much either. Now all he had to do is maintain it and keep the status. 'I got it…' He said mentally to himself, feeling the mystical power flow through him. 'I got it…'

An aroma soon brushed through his nostrils as Ron felt a somewhat-watery feeling in his mouth. Wasn't that the smell of turkey? Smoked turkey? He also felt another feeling, this time in his stomach and not as pleasant. Yes, to him, it was now dinner time! Unfortunately, from these feeling of cravings and hunger, his concentration was broken. 'I lost it…' At least he made some progress: He actually managed to hold it for five minutes that time.

Colorado Juvenile Detention Center

Lord Monkey Fist, or rather Lord Montgomery Fiske sat in a chair, as he read the notes. As Monkey Fist, he had planned to go to Japan, to go after the pretender to the Mystical Monkey Power, power that was rightfully his. However, as Monte Fiske, he had also made plans at the Colorado State Juvenile Hall, as he devised a redemption program for criminals. The point was that they did work for the community such as picking up trash, rebuilding broken houses, and more labor work, just to name a few. Think of it as a kind of probation. Monkey Fist may have been a criminal, but Fiske was renowned for being an explorer and having his own title. But back on subject, they were hand picked, of course, but there was one draw back. They had to fulfill certain requirements to qualify, or rather their sentencing. Sounded pretty nice of Fiske, didn't it? Giving one who has been deemed a criminal and a disgrace to society another chance to redeem himself for his freedom! Too bad he had an ulterior motive…

True he was going to give select people a chance for freedom, but it would be the freedom of joining his cause. They were going to be a new breed of Monkey Ninjas…to a degree. It would basically be a human/monkey hybrid. If they didn't like it…well, there shouldn't be any reason why they shouldn't! They should be honored to share the DNA with a monkey! As a matter of fact, Fiske was jealous of them achieving what he had always wanted to achieve. To truly become a monkey! Granted he had his hands and feet genetically mutated, but he wanted to achieve this goal though the mystical powers. While he was adding more to his already unstoppable simian army, he already had three different types of the simian ninjas.

Monkey Ninjas. Those were the idea soldiers for his campaign. His conquest for ultimate power! They were always loyal to him, followed every command without question and always managed to stealthily make their way to destination to destination without a trace, without triggering an alarm. Also, they were skilled in martial arts and could hold their own in a fight.

Spider (Monkey) Ninjas. Like the Monkey Ninjas, they were always loyal and followed every order without question. With their long arms and legs, their reach was increased. Training sessions have proven time and time again that they were just as dangerous with their feet as they were with their hands. In fact, they could use all four limbs, each to drag an opponent close to taken all of them out immediately. Long story short: A well-positioned Spider Ninja was more than a match for four ninjas.

Gorilla Ninjas. The newest string in his simian army! Due to their large size, the Gorilla Ninjas were a bit slower than the Monkey Ninjas. However, what they lacked in speed was made up with their power. Undisputedly the strongest of the three breeds of ninja! Needless to say, these ninjas were only sent on special missions that require their power. The Gorilla Ninjas were indeed his last line of defense.

Fiske looked over the files he had in his hand. He had selected three particular candidates: All of them being high school students. "It's always best to train them while they're young," an old saying goes. They were charged with assault, battery, and the use of a weapon. The target of the attacks was a fellow student. One who, according to the report, was handicapped being confined to a wheelchair! A classless act, really. But if they were willing to go as far as attacking a cripple, just how far they were willing to go to attack a certain pretender to a title that was rightfully his…

It was the perfect way to find new test subject as individuals such as those three made the best candidates. They were ruthless, they knew how to fight, they were dangerous, and most importantly of all: They're expendable. If the experiment failed, he could always get more. He saw the names of the three juvenile delinquents: Thomas Hopkins, Maxwell Wheeler, and Brick Flagg. From the look of their mug shots, they apparently had the right build. But then again, they didn't exactly appear to be the sharpest knives in the drawer either. Oh well… for there sake, they were at least smarter than they look. Otherwise… let's just say that their lives depended on the outcome of this little "procedure…"

Back at Yamanouchi

Ron sighed as he made him way back to his room. Training was over as now he was ready to see what Yori had cooked up for his…no…their dinner. It was going to be a nice romantic evening between the two of them. Nobody else would be around.

Ron shook his head, he didn't just think romantic, did he? Did he really expect it to be…a date? For one thing, it would be just them. Nobody else. But they'd be in their white Gi. Part of him hoped that it was, especially Yori wearing that dress she bought earlier this week. Or even her wearing that Kimono she wore the first time he came here. Hell anything would've been great at this point.

Ron stopped for one second. Just what the hell was he thinking? He liked Yori and all, but was it like that? Talking about jumping the gun. There he was, making a bigger deal out of a small thing than it actually was. He had to get it through his head. It was going to be just an ordinary dinner. Except that it was she who was making it. Nothing more, nothing less!

After a few minutes, he was at the front door to his room. He could already smell the pleasant, tasty aroma from the room. He didn't know what to expect, but Ron was ready for it. Besides, what's the worst she could do? It's not as if she's a lousy cook, right? …right?

As he placed his hand on the door, it was now or never. Was this a date, or was this a just a dinner between friends? After all, it shouldn't matter! They were just friends, right? No way that either one of them were looking into progressing the relationship, right? …right?

"You can come in now, Ron-San!" Yori invited from behind the door as Ron took a deep breath. This was a moment of truth as he slid open the door as he walked in. Needless to say, he was in for a surprise…


Apologies for this chapter being a bit short! I wanted this to be a bit longer, but this appeared to be the best place to stop. But for those of you who are confused about how everything is happening at once, here's what's going on: Just about everyone, with an exception of Monkey Fist, is on their way from Middleton and Japan. Next chapter, it's the "victor's dinner." Will it be romantic, or just be an ordinary dinner. R&R Y'all.