Chapter 9: A Walk In The Neighborhood

The flight had concluded, the plane had landed safe in Japan. The man that took Ron and moved him from the States still escorted the young child towards the unknown land.

Still holding his hand, the boy looked up. "Where are we going?" Curiosity still beguiled him as he traversed through unknown terrain. However his grief outweighed said curiosity. Even as he looked up, his eyes were red, tired and void of life. Deprived of whatever positivity that would come across him.

"A place where everyone shares the same pain and look out for each other." It has hours since they left the flight and traversed several mountains and bridges and they made it.

"Welcome to Yamanouchi."

Ron snapped out of his daydreaming, his hands resting behind his head with his legs crossed, an ankle dangles as he huffs a breath of relief. He opens his eyes and sat up from the bed, his body slowly moving. Starting from his toes, then his fingers, then his neck. Enough time for him to think about the ways of a ninja.

As a ninja, Ron followed a simple rule: do whatever it takes to get the job done. Ron wasn't blind to the complications that arose from these matters. He wasn't honor-bound like a samurai, even if he trained in some of their methods. Even so, having a code of honor can distinguish a murderer from an… anti-hero perhaps? If that's the case, does he have a code?

He gets up off of the bed and peeks out the window to see the sun rising. "Man, it's bright out." Ron mumbles. Even so, it was the accursed rumbling that he heard, that he felt… in his stomach. He looks at the door, rotating his shoulders and tilting his neck from side to side.

"Ehh." Ron sounded as he made his way to the kitchen to make a nice breakfast for himself. Before he could do that, his body fell to the floor with his hands and feet propping the rest of his body upwards. Counting aloud, he begun to do several push-ups to warm up. Today was going to be an active day… he probably would've traded it for a day on the couch with cartoons and snacks.

He takes a green apple from the fridge, hovers it over the sink and lets the cold water rush down onto the fruit. After that, he bit down with the crunch being the only thing heard in the house, the juicy flavor rushing through his mouth like a tidal wave, having his taste buds flooded with its taste.

He walks out of the door, while taking another bite. He knew what he had to do today. He tosses his apple in the air and catches it, then closing the door on his way out.

For starters, he needed some extra equipment, non lethal to be exact. Considering the fact that this random guy was saying that he's gonna have to break into Global Justice, a government building and steal from them? Couldn't there have been another person who had state of the art tech? That would require something suited to maybe mid to long range combat. That'll have to be figured out later.

Before walking around the neighborhood, he passed by a lovely house. Truly an interesting sight, who knew that the houses would look so… fancy. Even as his eyes darted from one window to the next, he noticed a pair of eyes that stared at him… and he stared back. A feeling of tension weighed upon him and perhaps upon the gazer. Those eyes… he knew exactly who was staring at him.

"Kim?" He muttered. She held no glare of hostility or suspicion, but rather interest. This… cold feeling gripped and it no doubt did the same to the redhead.

He looked away, prying his attention away from the windows and towards the street. But not before giving a greeting wave.

"Did she really have to look at me like that? Hmm… am I stalking her or is she stalking me?" He glanced at the redheads house once again.

"Definitely looks like me stalking her." He says as he quickens his pace away from the home. Sinking his teeth into the apple once more.

Kim had awakened to feel her soreness dissipating into nothing but memory. Stretching her arms high and yawning, she made her way to the window to see outside. The weather showing an overcast with winds blowing about.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a boy, they met in class, he was particularly close to Monique, he beat up a bully. "That's Ron…" He sees him exiting a house, locking its door with an apple in his hand. He takes a casual walk, doesn't seem to have a care in the world. She catches him glancing at her, yet he gives her a wave, merely saying "hi".

Reluctantly, she waved back. 'What the… I'm not some creep! I just woke up this morning and went to see what outside looked like! I didn't mean to stare at him' She gave out a sigh. 'It was just a coincidence.' She walked downstairs to see an empty living room followed by silence. 'Maybe they've slept in'. She thinks to herself as her family and their antics (mainly the tweebs) were nonexistent.

Kim heads outside to see Ron still walking away from the house. "Hey!" She calls to him. Seeing Ron turn around it seems he got the message.

"Oh hey. You're Monique's friend, Kim." He walked towards her. Recognizing his classmate.

'Monique's friend? Well that's a way to be noticed.' She thinks. She wasn't agitated or annoyed, just slightly disappointed.

"Uhh yeah." She says.

"You were also passing me notes during the class we had with Barkin?" He folded his hands, smirking.

"One, I was looking out for my friend and two, I have a boyfriend." Kim says.

"Ok. One; are you sure about that and two; does it really matter?" Ron asks. Of course he would taunt her… in a discreet way. "Sorry, I was just passing by, just got out for a nice walk." He pointed his thumb to the house down the block. Kim took notice and immediately made a conclusion.

"We're neighbors? How come I never seen you before?" She asks. Her tone was of suspicion.

"My parents, they… they travel a lot and I was sent to a boarding school."

"A boarding school in Japan?" Kim asks. The redhead remembers that little fact slip after hanging with Monique in Bueno Nacho. To her and Ron, it was seen as something interesting to learn.

"Yup! If you have the time to go there, you won't be disappointed, not with the Ron-man around!" He says proudly. Kim slightly chuckled at his cheery mood.

"Hey is it all right if I walked with you? I just need to get out for a bit." She suggested.

"Well you're welcome to, but… you might wanna…" He pointed to her outfit.

"What?" She looked down only to see that she was still in her pajamas, blushing heavily. "Uhh, I'll be right back!" She rushes back into her home and quickly changed into her outfit.

"Oh man! That was so embarrassing!" She says aloud to herself, quickly obtaining an appropriate outfit and trying it on. She, quietly but quickly, heads down to meet Ron halfway.

"Whew, sorry about that." She says.

"It's cool… I'm not in a rush." Ron remarked nonchalantly. He rotated his shoulders. "Ready to go?" He says as he walked forward.

"Sure." She followed suit, watching him close. 'He seems pretty calm. Well it is a Saturday, I'll give him that. Personality-wise, nothing speaks 'danger' just yet.'

"You said that you were out for a walk, right? Where are you going exactly?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. Maybe I'll pick up some groceries, that's something I can do."

"Oh… ahh… ok." Kim says to the boy. Yet something seemed off about her, she had this dejected and withdrawn look on her face. Ron was quick to notice.

"You look like you had a rough night. You wanna talk about it?" Sporting a concerned look, Ron was hoping that Kim would somewhat buy into it. It's not to say Ron didn't care, but rather to get her spirits up, that same spirit that fired up a battlefield.

"It's nothing." She responds.

"It doesn't look like nothing. I heard you had a date, it wasn't that bad, was it?"

"No. It's just…" Kim's voice drowned out for awhile. "Have you ever felt helpless? Like something or someone just made you like this and even if you could've done something about it, it wasn't enough?"

Ron's face softened towards one of sympathy. "Yeah. You'd be surprised." The sound of screaming, the smell of blood, the sight of death… it all narrows down to the feeling of helplessness.

"Believe me when I tell you, Kim Possible and helpless wouldn't belong in the same sentence. I mean c'mon everyone calls you a hero and you get back up when you're knocked down right?" Words of encouragement flowed from Ron's voice, it was only a matter of time for it to set into the redhead's mind.

"Well… it's actually more than that."

"How?" He asked.

"This guy, he… he doesn't just fight to win, he kills them."

"Does he kill bad people or good people?"

"Well, bad people… I mean… he could've killed me but he didn't… why?"

"You said he kills bad people right? You're obviously not a bad person so maybe that's why. I mean you save the world, so you've a got a lot of respect… from the good guys at least."

Kim arched an eyebrow. "You think he's a good guy?" She folded her arms, with a careful look at him.

Taking another bite of his apple, he spoke again. "Not like you. I mean if he kills criminals, fine. As long as he's not killing innocent people. Pretty sure that's anti-hero stuff." Ron answers her. Being truthful to what he says

"Yeah, listen. I heard from Monique that you're a martial arts practitioner." Kim said to him.

Chuckling at her sentence, he smiled. "I dabble." He tilted his hand from side to side. "But yeah, I can handle myself." A short pause existed between them. "Why, you wanna do a little sparring?"

"You 'dabble'…" Kim says sarcastically. "Maybe I could teach you some new moves… if you want."

Ron laughed "I'd like that… maybe we do it right…" his sentence was interrupted when looking at six guys, wearing similar red uniforms. All of them had nasty looks on their faces.

"Not a fan club, right?" Ron asked.

"So not a fan club?" Kim answers. Both of them knew that they were henchmen.

"Hench sends his regards." One of the guys says.

Another guy walked closer towards the pair. A smug, face that he was as cocky as can be.

"Does this happen often?" Ron looked at the men surrounding them. His hands slowly balling into fists, an eye twitched, his mouth curling into an angered frown.

"Not 'this', but something that's like it. Does that make sense?"

"Good enough for me." Ron swung at the man who smirked at him with his free hand. Knocking the man back and wiping the smile from his face, he vaults up on top of him and lunges at the second guy to his right, but not before smashing his apple onto his head. Blindly, the man tried to strike him, but Ron catches his hand and stomps on his leg, breaking a bone and causing him to cry out in agony.

Kim punched a guy in his ribs twice, grabbed his head and smashed her knee onto his nose, breaking it and throwing him to the ground. She did an aerial cartwheel towards the next opponent and uppercuts him in the jaw. She follows up with a hook to his cheek and pushes him toward Ron… by accident. She didn't know he was there, somewhere in the corner of her mind, she believed that he would get away and let her deal with this on her own. Luckily, Ron threw his guy at her guy. They slammed into each other and fell to the ground.

"A little violent, don't you think?" Kim questions Ron's methods. Even if he did do martial arts, it's surprising that he would go to such length, although she wouldn't necessarily be a hypocrite, she's broken at least several bones during this course.

"This is important right now?!" Ron questions. A guy grabs Ron from the back a second guy was ready to attack him while he's under restraint. Ron smashes his head onto his nose. Freed from restraint, he grabbed the attacking man's fist and broke his arm, tossing him to the ground afterwards. The last guy for Ron, he started to pound at the goon's ribs, making him cough blood after several strikes. The goon then saw Ron running towards him, his knee flying towards him, breaking his jaw.

"A little, I mean you don't want to kill them, right?" Kim punches one of her enemies on the throat, while he held his throat, gasping in pain. She punched the guy in the stomach and swept him to the floor. She rolled towards her next opponent, jumps up to twist her body and kicks the man in the face. A right elbow to his jaw, a left hook and a push kick and to finish it off, a well placed roundhouse kick.

With every single enemy groaning and writhing on the ground, the pair took the time to catch their breath. They looked at each other. Ron broke the silence. "They're alive, aren't they?!"

Kim nodded her head. Still panting, both sees one of the guys trying to get up. Ron, still looking at Kim, pointed at the thug and then himself, saying that he wants to knock the guy out. Kim only responded by giving him a thumbs up. Ron then walked towards him and stomped on his skull.

"Sorry about this." Kim said.

"Don't worry about it." Ron looked to see his apple on the ground. "Well there goes my breakfast." Ron made a small smile come to his face.

"Uhh… why don't we find somewhere to eat? There might be a diner still serving breakfast.

Ron chuckles. "Taking me out? You know you got a boyfriend right?" A certain level of sarcasm and smugness at a certain time wouldn't hurt… would it?

"Don't get the wrong idea, it's just to say thanks for helping me out with these guys." She smiles back. "Besides, I didn't eat breakfast either, so it's a win-win."

"So you know a place?"

"Yup… and it's not Bueno Nacho." A 'matter-of-fact' tone was existent in the sentence.

"I take offense to that." Ron replied.

Hi Everyone, sorry it took me such a long time to post this next chapter. I have been super busy with RL and I had some writers block for awhile and everything has been piling up a bit. I'm gonna try to write some more chapters down in due time, so thanks for being patient.