Bubba's Fic Idea Vault

by bubbajack

Welcome one and all to the Mysterious Idea Vault. Hidden away are stories created by the writer Bubbjack. Come and view the stories he writes and help him determine which should be continued and which should remain in the vault. Go ahead and review. These will help us in the editing team decide on new stories. Pairings: Harem. Beware Mature Content! Now come along!

3. Chapter 3

Stone Monkey and the Moon Rabbit

By: Bubbajack

Co-authors/Editors: Icysnowsage, First Hassan

Obligatory First Chapter Disclaimer: I don't own any series in this fic, if I did I wouldn't be posting it on a fanfiction site… obviously!

Note: Special Thanks goes out to my Super Patrons Ben Wanless, Bobby Glass, CrazymanDK, Jac, Jareth Norris, Meraj Alimi, and Selmephren.

"I love the moon. She dare not judge me. She offers me her light unconditionally. She is the only goddess who has not scorned me for being a monkey. That kindness must be returned in full. I proclaim my subjects. Once I conquer the heavens I shall take the moon as my bride! Let her beauty shine for all!"

-Musings of a Sage King

Ch.1: Monkeying Around.

Ron had been training at Yamanouchi school for a month and a half now, and he had gotten pretty good at Tai Shing Pek Kwar, or Mystical Monkey Kung Fu. When he first came to this school in the mountains he was weaker than even Rufus, but now after six weeks of training, he felt better than ever before if he were being honest with himself, the daily exercise and katas did him good. At first, he had trouble just breathing due to the air being thinner with the school being located up on top of a mountain. But if he can face supervillains on a daily basis, even on weeknights, he can adapt to this. And he did. His lungs got used to breathing with less oxygen, then with practice his reflexes became quick enough to get food from the lunch lady during meals. Lastly he began to spar with Yori as the katas of Tai Shing Pek Kwar mimicked that of a monkey. Movements Ron had traumatically seared into his brain thanks to Bobo and that horrendous summer at Camp Wannaweep.

He and Yori face off against each other now, dancing around each other, looking for an opening in each other's defense, seemingly sensing one, the girl struck first, leading with a flying kick, only for the blonde boy to counter by stepping aside using his footwork to spin on the spot, grab her by her gi, and slam her into the sand coated floor.

"Enough," Master Sensei called, the ancient master had been watching the fight with interest as he sipped a cup of tea. "Stoppable-san, you have advanced quickly in the ways of Tai Shing Pek Kwar. This old master sees you as a comet, streaking across the heavens. Your brilliance brings me at ease as it inspires the other disciples."

"Thanks Master Sensei dude," Ron replied bowing politely. "But I wouldn't have come this far without everyone's help here at Yamanouchi,"

The elderly man smiled through his beard. "Compliments and humility are a good thing to have. But do not be afraid to have some pride in your skills Stoppable-san," The elderly man told him, before he continued, "However do not become so prideful that you become arrogant."

"In other words, moderation Master Sensei?" Ron inquired as he smirked.

The elder nodded, "Indeed, in all things… even in Bueno Nacho," The old man said humorously, "As I'm sure Stoppable-san has noticed by now, while it does taste good, that does not mean it does the body good."

The blonde sidekick gave out a rueful chuckle, "Yeah okay you got me. The Ronman gets it. He needs to eat a more balanced diet… maybe not sushi… but a more balanced diet."

"Admitting one is wrong is often the hardest lesson," Sensei said sagely, "But also the first step on the path to change."

"Word," Ron replied. "So it's been six weeks, now what?"

"Now," Sensei replied, "We send you out into the wider Japan," Seeing the boy's surprise, the man chuckled, "Stoppable-san this is a foreign exchange, it would be odd to go to Japan, then come back and not be able to talk about anything yes?"

"Yeah totally," Ron agreed.

"Thus for the second half of your student exchange, I shall be sending you with a letter of introduction to a friend of mine," Master Sensei replied as he pulled a folded letter out from his robes that was sealed with wax. "This school you can tell everyone about."

"Oh sweet, what's it called?" Ron asked, his expression lighting up at the thought of not having to lie to Kim and Wade.

"Ryozanpaku," Sensei replied with a chuckle. "I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time there," He told his pupil, "You leave tomorrow at dawn,"

"Yes Master Sensei," Ron said, accepting the letter with a bow.

"Tonight we shall feast in honor of your departure," Sensei declared.

"So that means not having to snag food from the lunch lady right… right?" Ron asked, as the wizened old man got up and walked away.

"Oh Stoppable-san, you and your American-style jokes," Yori replied giggling behind her hand. "Naturally it will be our honor to defeat Mikumu-sensei in a battle of skill."

Ron sighed goodnaturedly, "Of course it will,"

(...)

Come the feast, Ron was so hungry, that instead of trying to steal the food, he just took the tray it was sitting on which earned him a smile of approval from the elderly lunch lady.

"You did well Stoppable-san," She congratulated, "Most students train to become faster than me, but you outsmarted me and took the tray the food was on, Good boy,"

"Thank you ma'am, I didn't know there were two tests, ow," Ron said when she swatted him in the forehead with her chopsticks.

"Life is a marathon, not a sprint! You youngsters need to learn that there is always more than one way to reach a goal. Sometimes the obvious answer isn't the best one."

Ron nodded, even as he rubbed his forehead, "Yeah I get that,"

The elderly woman gave a brisk nod, "Then you're smarter than most."

Ron went and sat down with his spoils. He was happy to see they were having sashimi not sushi for once. He was even happy with the desert. Peach mochi. Ron always had a soft spot for peaches. It was one of the only "healthy" things he would eat. The mochi always made him feel like he was eating taffy or chewy bread. One tradition that always fascinated him was the tradition of making mochi and how a myth said a rabbit makes it on the moon. That was one of the only Japanese myths he knew about before coming to Japan.

He looked back at the lunch lady and laughed as she dueled Rufus with chopsticks. He felt it was a fun game between the two. He even saw yen exchange hands on bets of who would win today's duel. His money was on Rufus naturally. 'He was quicker to get food from her than me afterall,' he thought as he absentmindedly munched on his food.

"You did quite well for yourself today Stoppable-san," Yori noted sitting next to him.

"Heya Yori, mochi?" He offered.

"Please and thank you," She replied, helping herself. "You have come a long way in a short amount of time, I am impressed Stoppable-san."

The blonde teen smiled bashfully, "Thanks Yori, you having my back helped out a ton. I felt like I couldn't have done it without you."

Yori bobbed her head, "It was my honor Stoppable-san, you have an innate talent with Tai Shing Pek Kwar…" She glared for a moment at some of the others, "Some were jealous, but you did not let their mocking 'get you down' as you Americans say. You remained humble and kind, it was inspiring to see."

Ron scratched the back of his head, "Thanks, but I've been through worse. Shot at with lasers, threatened by a woman with plasma generation powers, spinning tops of doom, did I mention the spinning tops of doom?"

"You did," Yori chuckled, "But adversity breeds strength," She looked him in the eye as she continued, "Stoppable-san, you are strong. Do not let anyone tell you or make you think otherwise."

Ron nodded, his chocolate eyes meeting her coal ones. "I will, thanks Yori."

The ninja girl nodded, glad she got her point across, "Good, now do not stay up too late Stoppable-san. It will be your honor to walk down the mountain come dawn," she reminded him with a smile before she retired for the night.

"Oh, right… Night Yori!" He called out.

"Good night Stoppable-san," she called out, turning and giving him a smile before heading to bed.

(...)

Ron was pretty sure he was dreaming. 'Is it a dream if I know I'm dreaming?' He thought to himself as he beheld a giant boulder with who knows how much orchids, fungus and moss growing on it. The boulder was on an island surrounded by flowering peach trees and from within the boughs of these trees, monkey's frolicked. "Monkeys, why does it always gotta be monkeys?" Ron asked himself before he heard the sound of stone cracking. Turning in concern he found the massive boulder had cracked like an egg and at its core was yet another monkey whose eyes shone like beams of light into the heavens above where only the moon shone on this cloudless night.

"Seriously, even my dreams betray me now?" Ron grumbled.

He saw the monkeys get into religious prayer and bowing to the monkey of the stone. Ron thought it was kind of weird until the monkey started talking, "My people thank you. I have been blessed by the heavens and by the virtue of my birth shall lead you. Let us celebrate this day and feast amongst the peaches that are plentiful of this land! I shall lead you to an age of enlightenment none have seen before!" The other monkeys cheered and danced amongst each other in response. Ron thought it was kind of weird until the monkey looked towards the heavens.

"Oh mighty moon. I am blessed to be in your presence. Thank you for being here on the night of my birth. I do not have much and my lands are meager, but this King shall grant your grace with a gift! Ask it and I shall get it to you! As only a host can!"

Ron thought the stone monkey was kind of crazy talking to the moon of all things. That is until he saw the moon come closer to the planet until it turned into a young woman, her skin pale as clouds, clad in cloth like moonlight, with her silver hair styled in an odango.

"Little king. I shall shower the world with my love. If it is to be a concern consider this beautiful night a gift for a king such as yourself. A part of me blessed the stone you came from so you can consider me in part your mother in law. I have only one piece to ask of you my sweet king,"

The stone monkey bowed in respect and looked up to her with eyes shining of kindness, humility, and humbleness, "Oh mighty Moon ask of me your request and I shall fulfill it."

"My daughter is prophesied to be in danger by forces outside the heavenly realm. An enemy the Gods shudder to face. I know it is much to ask, but please protect my daughter."

Shí hóu the Stone Monkey roared at the heavens in challenge as the mountain shook. "It will be done," He said with fierce determination, "First I must find a safe place for my subjects to live, then I must acquire arms and armor. Provided I have enough time to do that, none shall touch your daughter oh moon."

The woman nodded serenely, "Of course," Then she gave him some cryptic advice, "To find a home for your people, be brave in the face of a challenge. When in search of arms and armor, do not be deceived by gifts given. Take what feels right in your hands."

With her peace said, the woman began to fade away, until the moon took its place again back in the night sky.

There was a sudden blur around Ron as the scene seemed to shift when it stopped. Allstopped. All the monkey's were fearfully crowding around a waterfall. They poked at its depths fearfully, and howled. Seeing his chance, Shí hóu declared, "I shall see what lies beyond the waterfall and return, and when I do so, you must name me your king for all who doubt me!"

The simians howled in agreement, and thus Shí hóu, walked through the waterfall… What he found on the otherside was a vast paradise filled with trees, and shade, endless pools of fresh water, and endlessly ripe fruit. When he returned and told of this, the other monkey's eagerly rushed behind the falls and marveled at what had been found. They celebrated for many days feasting, drinking, and swimming. Only once the festivities were over, did Shí hóu remind them of their promise to make him their king. Taking the throne he named himself Sun Wukong, the Handsome Monkey King.

"All hail Sun Wukong! All hail the invincible Handsome Monkey King!" They cheered.

Invincible, that word stuck out in his mind after the death of one of his subjects from old age. For all of his courage and power. He was still subject to death, meaning the daughter of the moon would still be in peril once his time was up. 'I must do more than just protect her,' He thought, 'I must become strong enough that all of heaven will tremble at my name,' He decided before he looked at his subjects how simple they were how carefree… how careless and unprotected, unable and incapable of defending themselves. 'But first things first,' He thought.

He trained, he trained his subject in the use of any and every weapon he, who had been blessed with heaven's wisdom could think of. Only once he was sure they wouldn't perish in his absence did he set out to uphold his oath to the moon.

The scene changed again for Ron, and he soon found Sun Wukong in a forest at the entrance to a temple, now wearing simple clothes looking for someone.

"I seek the martial artist Puti Zushi," He declared at the entrance, "I've heard tell that he knows the secrets of immortality."

"I will not teach you, leave," An elderly voice replied easily, not even bothering to reveal himself. Yet the voice, the voice sounded oh so familiar to Ron.

"Wait a minute," Ron said to himself as Sun Wukong stubbornly sat down in front of the entrance, arms and legs crossed, and refused to move. The sun and moon rapidly revolved across the sky, and even the seasons changed in succession before the voice came again.

"You have shed your arrogance and learned patience. This was the first lesson,"

The Monkey King turned and this time, the figure of the man was revealed along with his voice, shocking Ron.

"Master Sensei?!" Ron asked, his jaw dropping in shock.

The old man motioned the Monkey King into the temple. "Come, there is much to learn. I simply ask one promise from you before we start, never to needlessly show off your skills, for to do so may encourage others to ask you to teach them. If you do teach them, they may go on to cause trouble, and if you don't teach them, they will resent you for it. I also ask that you never reveal who taught you,"

"I so swear," The monkey king promised.

"Good. Now remember the first step to understanding is humility. Admitting you can learn something means you are open to learning. Wisdom is a strong weapon. Sometimes sharper than any blade. Take that to heart my apprentice. Now let us begin," Puti Zushi stated as he pulled up a staff as he threw one to Wukong.

"BEGIN!" and then Zushi rushed Wukong.

Ron has to say. The title Master Sensei was definitely earned. Being god knows how old and teaching a king of monkeys only adds to the mystique. The clash caused reverberations throughout the forest. Every strike was measured. Every dodge was planned. Wukong was skilled but there were moments when Sensei struck him through his hardened defense. His form improved and from it he perfected himself. Step by step. Strike by strike. Wukong modeled himself even more to impress his first teacher. Soon his teacher would grant him a gift. A gift that Ron couldn't quite hear clearly, but when Wukong left with the gift he felt Puti Zushi was looking at him as he smiled and returned to his temple. A temple Ron thought looked eerily similar to the school he was currently at.

Sometimes Ron truly feels blessed by the people he meets.

Then the visions started to clear and he felt someone shaking him.

"Stoppable san. Stoppable san. Stoppable san! It is time to wake up. We must catch the bus Stoppable-san!"

(...)

Ron jerked awake and found Yori looming over him. "Morning Yori. Sorry, I didn't mean to sleep in," He threw his futon off and quickly changed into his jersey and jeans while Yori turned around, while sneaking the occasional peek. She was still a teenage girl after all. Once Ron was dressed albeit hopping on one foot as he attempted to get one rebellious shoe on, he said, "I'm almost ready! I'll be right… with you… Yori!"

"Master Sensei wishes to… see you off Stoppable-san, that's part of the reason why I was sent to fetch you."

"Good," Ron nodded as he finally got the shoe on. "I wanted to talk to him before I left anyway."

"He awaits us near the entrance of the temple," Yori replied, motioning outside with a gesture of her hand.

The two found the aged master exactly where Yori said he would be, waiting in front of the temple staring out into the coming dawn. He turned as he heard his two star students approach. "Stoppable-san, it is time for you to leave us, but know, you will always be welcome here at Yamanouchi."

Ron bowed at the waist to the man. "Thank you so much, for everything master Sensei. For your wisdom and all of your teachings," Ron replied sincerely.

"You are most welcome my student," He then motioned to the oblong wooden box at his feet. It smelt strongly of sandalwood and its hinges were of aged brass. On the lid was the caricature of a monkey reaching for a crescent moon. "This, is something I want you to have,"

Ron opened the box and found a sword within, its guard was shaped like an open lotus flower, the blade was two feet long, and the handle was wrapped in saffron silk with golden monkeys inset into the hilt. The sheath was no less brilliant being covered in brass relief showing a group of four going west, a monkey, pigman, an ogre, along with a woman on a horse.

"Pigsy, Sandy, and sifu Sangxang," Ron muttered under his breath, names he had no idea he knew. "Why are you giving me this?" He asked.

"Consider it a ganpaku gift," The elderly man replied.

"Uh Yori?" Ron asked,

"Graduation gift," the woman replied for him, "Usually given from master to student when one graduates from a school or becomes a man,"

"Oh, thank you sensei but I don't think I've mastered Tai Shing Pek Kwar yet."

Yet master Sensei just chuckled, "The forms, yes. What you now lack is experience Stoppable-san, and that, like wisdom comes in time."

Ron nodded, a bit uncertain. "If you're sure, then I won't argue with you," He moved forward and embraced the old man, ignoring the cultural taboos of such an act. "Thanks again Zushi-sensei," he whispered to the old man.

"You are most welcome, my oldest student," Master Sensei replied with warmth in his tone. Pulling back the man then said, "I do hope you'll actually keep your promise to me this time,"

"Yes sensei," Ron replied ruefully, as he rubbed his head, "It didn't work out so well the first time huh?"

"It did not, remember Stoppable-san, humility is a virtue and time and pain are both teachers though they leave few students."

Ron nodded, "Any other last bits of sage advice sifu?"

The old man stroked his beard, "How to explain? I tell you not to be prideful, but that does not mean to not stand up for yourself or what's right. There is a difference between inner peace and aloofness so too must you find… balance, harmony, between your desire to protect and lust for battle. Do you understand Monkey?"

Ron stared at his mentor for a long moment, he saw pain, sorrow, regret, and hope yes hope being reflected in his eyes back at him, directed at him. Then he nodded, "Yes sensei, I believe I do."

The old man sighed as if in relief like some ancient weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Good," He nodded to Yori who stood there silently, looking between the two. "Yori, please see Stoppable-san to the bus stop, would you?"

The woman bowed, "It would be my honor Master Sensei," she motioned to the foreigner she found oh so captivating for his easy going nature and good humor. "Come Stoppable-san it is time to depart."

(...)

Yori noted Stoppable-san was easily keeping pace with her as the two of them practically ran down the steps leading to the temple. 'He has advanced so quickly. He learned the Cloudwalking step technique in a couple of days, and it took me years to learn. No wonder the senpai's were jealous.' As they moved, Yori asked a question that had bothered her: "Stoppable-san, had you and Master Sensei met previously? You acted… unusually close as you made to leave."

"It's complicated Yori… I've never had someone take me under his wing like he did," Ron wasn't lying either no one has taken them under their wing like Sensei Puti Zushi had… unless he counted Sanzang of course whoever that was. But even she hadn't done so twice over. So Ron hadn't lied… technically.

The kunoichi nodded, "I see," She stayed quiet for a moment before she said, "Sensei must have absolute trust in you to grant you the Lotus Blade, a weapon of our schools founder,"

"I guess so?" Ron agreed. The sandalwood box felt comfortable in his grip, having a brass handle on the lid to carry the case around in.

"I trust master Sensei, and he trusts you, and I also think Stoppable-san is a good person… So though I do not fully grasp what is going on, I am willing to give Stoppable-san the 'benefit of the doubt' as you Americans say."

"Thanks Yori," Ron said, giving her a smile, "I won't let you down."

"I doubt you could ever do that Stoppable-san," the kunoichi replied "You never fail to try your hardest."

The conversation ended as the two came to the bus stop the bus of which was just pulling in, "This is where we part Stoppable-san,"

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you Yori, keep in touch… ah do you even have a cellphone or something?" Ron asked suddenly.

The girl giggled behind her hand, "I will have to ask Master Sensei for one they are only usually granted to students out in the field but… perhaps he will make an exception," She then leaned forwards and kissed Ron on the cheek. "Be safe Stoppable-san,"

"Y-Yeah… you… you too," Ron said as he walked onto the bus in a daze. Once he sat down he shouted, "BOOYA!" unknowingly causing the kunoichi to chuckle as she waved him off.

"Foreigners," The bus driver complained as he looked into his rearview mirror at the young teen who apparently got his first kiss.

(...)

Ron was in awe of Tokyo. The rural and kind of country-esque style of Yamanouchi made Ron forget that Japan is a very prosperous and technology forward nation. All the skyscrapers and buildings made Ron feel like he was in New York or Chicago. It was kind of a culture shock. Also the fact he didn't speak japanese well showed that a lot of the casual conversation went right over his head. He didn't know if some of the high school girls pointing at him were calling him handsome or saying he looked funny. It was an experience alright. Hoping to find something at least entertaining on his way to Ryozanpaku. He decided to bring a welcome gift. Ron wasn't sure what to get so he went to a Nakasumi brand toy store. Maybe saving the President and Owner's life gave him some credit.

He walked in and was immediately confused by the signs and all the fancy toys on display.

"First time in tokyo?" spoke up an accented Japanese woman dressed in a retail uniform.

"How'd you guess?" replied Ron.

"You looked pretty lost. How can I help you? My english is tolerable."

"Well I am Ron Stoppable …."

The woman's eyes widened, "The partner of world famous Kim Possible? Oh then I am sorry your money isn't good here."

Ron looked dejected, "Is this because I insulted the president? Look I swear I didn't mean to be insulting. I just thought his suit looked cool alright!"

The woman held a hand to her mouth as she giggled, "Oh no sir. I meant within reason I can write off any toys you get here as support or a donation to the Team Possible cause. Our president believes he owes both of you an honor debt for not only saving his workers, his life, and his company, but for also thwarting Dr. Drakken and bringing the giant robot he made home. Very bad for our image that was."

"Huh? I mean … Huh?" Ron was dumbfounded at the statement.

"Oh yes. We also do sell other things besides toys so what exactly are you looking for?"

"I am looking for something to bring as a gift to a school I am visiting. It is called Ryuzanpaku."

The woman's face turned surprised then thoughtful, " That is a very famous school of martial arts. It has five masters and one grandmaster who offer to teach and help others. If you are going there, a gift is very important. Probably not a toy unless they have any young children. So maybe a hello kitty doll or figure just in case. Now for the adults, hmmm. That is a difficult question."

Ron and the worker thought it over before the woman got an idea, "Well I know a local street market that sells knick knacks and other things that may have better options. Why not go there and look? Of course feel free to look around our store before you leave. It will make our boss thrilled that a celebrity visited."

Ron decided to peruse the store and did see some rather nice things. Like some gundam model kits he thought the Tweebs might like. 'They even have Master Grade Wing Zero from Endless Waltz…' Ron looked around almost guilty. 'Dare I get that for myself?' He thought. He made a quick decision 'I dare,' He picked it up along with a Master Grade Heavyarms Kai for Jim and Dreadscythe Hell for Tim. He then saw something tucked into a corner that made him think of Kim and he grinned as he nabbed it as he rushed back to the counter.

"Did you find everything you needed Stoppable-san?" she asked, before she noticed one of the items on the counter it was half covered in dust but the cuddle buddy was unmistakable. "Where on earth did you find that Flamingoat?"

"It was shoved in the back shelves, KP collects them but this one… even she doesn't have," Ron grinned remembering their first ever mission where they saved an eccentric billionaire and his Cuddle Buddy collection from his security system… and a rampaging stone gorilla.

"Fortune seems to smile down upon you today Stoppable-san, would you like these gifts wrapped?"

"Please, and if possible, be shipped to the Possible residence in America… oh wait the shipping cost is probably gonna be totally outrageous."

Yet she just shook her head, "Pay it no mind Stoppable-san," She informed him with a smile. She rang up his receipt which had a big zero on it and then wrote something down before handing it to him, "Directions to the market… and my number, so you can call me, in case you get lost," She said, giving him a warm smile and a wink.

"Thank you… um miss?"

"Setsuna, Setsuna Meiou," she said, giving him a polite bow. "I'm attending a local college and it doesn't pay for itself."

Ron nodded, "I get that," before asking, "What're you majoring in?"

"Quantum Physics," she replied,

"Woah, heavy sci-fi stuff, you'd get along great with Kim's dad. Heck I know a few people who would probably help you. If you ever need help give me a call. There are quite a few scientists who owe me a favor and could write you a recommendation letter."

She bowed, "You are too kind Stoppable-san, but I couldn't impose."

Ron shook his head, "It's no big… no big deal I mean, I'd be happy to do it. Helping people is what heroes are supposed to do right?"

Setsuna smiled even warmer with a blush tinging her cheeks. "Yes, I suppose that is so, well if you insist," She pulled out a notepad and readied a pen before she continued, "I'll need your number."

"Right, it's 303-867-5309," Ron told her, doing his best not to stammer.

"Got it," She smiled at him again and said, "We'll be in touch Stoppable-san."

"Y-Yeah, thanks again Meiou-san, for all the help," Ron said as he made his way out, smacking his head on the doorframe as he did so due to not paying attention.

"Stoppable-san is accident prone, I do hope he'll be able to find the market stall without incident," Setuna said to herself a bit worried for him as she began wrapping up his packages.

(...)

"I tell ya Rufus, today is something else," Ron said to the molerat who was sitting on his shoulder after just coming out of his nap due to being jostled from Ron's impact with the doorframe. "First Yori kisses me on the cheek, now I've got the number of a college girl! A college girl!"

"Japan weird," Rufus surmised.

"I know right?!" Ron exclaimed, "Situations like this just don't happen to me back home!"

Rufus decided to stay quiet on the fact that yes they actually did, his pack leader was usually just too blind to notice all the cues coming from all the females who wanted to mate with him. He blamed Ron's weak human nose for being unable to pick up the pheromones they were giving off, to him it was clear as day what those females wanted. Still the females on this island seemed much more dominant and forward in their mating rituals. Which was good he supposed, because as much as Rufus loved Ron, he was denser than granite when it came to the subtle nuances of female courtship rituals of his species. For him it was easy, you found a female in heat and rutted until she was heavy with pups, but humans he noted added extra steps. Not that he minded it was amusing for him to sit back and watch, usually with a plate of nachos on hand. Still, he hoped his pack leader found a mate or seven while he was here, he had a knack with offspring if the small demonspawn that were the Kim's brothers were any indication.

"Something in the water?" Rufus surmised.

"Maybe… hey!" Ron said, mock offended, "I'm not that bad am I?"

Rufus shook his head, "Nah… food?"

To which Ron replied, "Soon buddy, we've gotta pick up a welcome gift for this school we're heading to first," Ron replied as he turned the corner to what should've been the market…

And found it in absolute chaos. Things were flying around seemingly animated and were attacking people. While standing there in the midst of it all was a humanoid figure that looked to be made out of… "Rufus it that a person made out of wires?"

"Yep, looks like it," The molerat agreed.

Ron sighed, "I thought so but I just wanted to make sure I wasn't seeing things," He looked at his companion and asked, "Should we do something?"

"Ninja… fight?" Rufus wondered.

"That's what I'm wondering too… and it just got weirder," Ron said as a group of four girls in stylized sailor fuku uniforms showed up on the scene and started doing catchphrases and poses "This is a Power Ranger thing right? Right Rufus?" He asked the molerat who just shrugged in response. Ron looked around but he didn't see any cameras filming anything. Ron was going to just write the whole thing off as some kind of street performance when someone cried out in pain. A woman had her arm trapped in an animated fridge. He could practically hear the bones in her arm break.

"Yeah I'm done," Ron decided. He dropped his bag, and the wooden box the Lotus Blade was in. Said box flew open and the sword jumped into his hand as Ron used the Cloudwalking step to skim across the ground, and advance on the thing…

"Soon Sailor Scouts, all the energy in these flea market people will be mine!"

"In the name of the moon, I'll punish… you?" Sailor Moon finished surprised as a sword burst from the monster's chest much to her, and its surprise.

"What the?" The creature looked back to see a young man impaling it with a weapon… one rapidly purifying the dark energy inside of it. "Who… are you?"

"Someone who thinks all of you talk too much," He replied as he twisted the weapon edge facing upwards and pulled it up through the creature's chest and skull, killing it.

Ron turned and faced the shocked Sailor Scouts. "Next time, instead of just standing there posturing and shooting your mouths off, just kill the damn thing! People were getting hurt while you were doing that," His piece said, Ron went over and checked on the injured woman.

"Ma'am are you alright?" Ron asked in concern.

She hissed in annoyance, "I'm… in pain… but I've … felt worse," She replied in broken english. Her dark eyes were clouded over in pain, and she had dark-brown hair being kept in a ponytail at her side, was wearing a simple off white kimono over a yellow apron of all things, she looked like a very young stereotypical Japanese housewife. Only she looked too young to be a housewife.

"Do you need me to see you to a hospital?" Ron offered.

"Actually," Another woman spoke up behind Ron, surprising him. She was for lack of a better term, a bombshell. Her eggplant colored hair trailed down her back even though it was tied behind her up in a ponytail, she wore an almost scandalously short pink kimono that her cleavage looked ready to pop out of at any time, even with the outlines of a black frilly bra and what looks to be some form of chain mail holding them in place. She had purple leggings (stockings?) and sandals on her feet, and her eyes looked purple in the sunlight. "A friend of mine… is a doctor. He would…be willing to take a look… at your arm," She spoke in quiet halting sentences.

"Did you get hurt as well, miss?" Ron asked.

"No, why?" She inquired.

"I just… never mind," Ron replied, shaking his head, "Lead the way to your friend," Ron said as he picked the woman up in a princess carry. All of his years in heroing which mainly included running away and inadvertently blowing things up told him to save someone in trouble. Usually he was the one being saved mind you but that wasn't the point right now.

"Right this way," She said as she moved briskly down the street, her amethyst gaze coolly regarding the sailor scouts as she passed them by without a word.

Once they were gone did Usagi turned to her friends, "I think we might've messed up this time," The nods of agreement made the knot in her stomach grow.

(...)

"This…" Ron said as he looked at the gigantic imposing wood and steel embossed gate, "Does not look like a doctors office,"

"It's a dojo, now come quickly," The woman of few words said as she easily pushed the door open and led him inside.

"How're you holding up miss?" Ron asked, the woman in his arms.

"I-I'm fine thank you…" She muttered into his shirt refusing to look at him because she didn't want this selfless foreigner to see her blush.

"You're probably in a lot of pain right now, but I'm sure this lady's friend can fix you up… though, I've never heard of a doctor working out of a dojo before," Ron mused to himself as he followed the near silent woman down the halls.

Pushing some sliding doors aside, the woman led them into a living area and declared, "Koetsuiji, brought you a patient,"

A man who seemed to have his eyes perpetually closed like a fox, even as he was reading a book looked up, and promptly stood when he saw the young man with the girl in his arms. "Set her down over here young man and I'll take a look at her," he said in slightly accented english.

"Thank you sir," Ron replied while sitting the girl next to the table on the floor next to a muscular looking man with a scar across his nose that gave off a delinquent biker vibe.

Noticing him staring he grunted, "Oi kid, you carry that girl all the way here?"

"Yes sir," Ron replied as he watched the man named Koetsuji work. Gently running his hand up the girl's bruised arm looking for the fracture.

"Impressive she must weigh at least what, fifty five, fifty seven kilos?" The man asked, only to receive a smack upside the head by the ninja woman.

"Rude," She said, her eyes burning like fire.

"Oi, you looking for a fight!" He said getting to his feet, a bloodlust entered the air as the two stared each other down.

Ron stepped between them, palms out, "Cut the crap you two! Right now this is a hospital room. Your friend has a patient who's in pain and he needs to concentrate so cool it!"

The two looked at him, blinking, 'This kid didn't even flinch at the thought of getting between two masters,' They thought at the same time. Shio Sasaki raised an eyebrow as he gave Shigure Kosaka a questioning look, only for the woman to shake her head in a silent 'Not now' reply.

The karate master scoffed, before sitting back down, "You've got guts kid, I'll give you that. What's your name kid? I'm Sasaki Shio," He told him.

"Stoppable Ron, I'm here for a student exchange program for three months and spent half of it at a very… interesting school already."

"This school… teach you how to… slay monsters?" The ninja woman asked, before she bowed, "Apologies, Kosaka Shigure,"

Ron shook his head, "No, that comes with the territory of being the sidekick to Kim Possible,"

"I knew you looked familiar!" the girl said excitedly, then hissing slightly in pain at the sudden movement.

"Stop moving it, you're making it worse," Koestuji chastised, "It's a clean break which is good, I can set the bone easily enough, and then you'll just have to let it heal which means not using your arm."

The girl grimaced, "For how long sensei?"

"Two to three months, you're young though so it might heal faster than that," He replied.

Yet the girl shook her head, "That won't do, my family… the house will fall to shambles without me to take care of it. Ever since mother… Anyway, is there any way to heal it faster?" She inquired.

The man sighed and stroked his chin, "There is a method martial artists use to strengthen their bones but they don't use it on broken bones though,"

Scratching her cheek the girl replied sheepishly, "Would it help convince you to try if I said I came from a family of martial artists? I don't practice of course, but I know the basics simply from growing up around it."

This caused Koetsuji to chuckle goodnaturedly, "There is a big difference between knowing theory, observing, and putting into practice young lady. Still, I respect your resolve. I will respect your courage by trying myself. Unless someone would like to donate ki or inner energy to help you heal while I guide it?"

Koetsuiji looked at Ron as he said this. Getting the hint, Ron raised his hand, "Before I say yes, what'll this method you plan to use entail if Ki isn't donated?"

"Causing constant microfractures near the break which though painful will eventually not only deaden the nerves in her arm but also cause it not only to heal, but become stronger as a result," The doctor replied, "it's typically a training method used in Muay Thai to strengthen bones. Now, where did I put that bamboo?"

"I think I'll just donate ki," Ron decided upon seeing how nervous the girl looked.

Koetsuji clapped his hands, "Excellent," He then motioned Ron closer, "Put your hand on the break, and just push your energy into the wound," Koetsuji instructed. As he did so, he felt the boys ki, and held back a gasp! He'd never felt ki so immense nor as pure as his before in his entire life. 'Who is this boy?!' He shook his head, he knew who he was, Kim Possible was world famous after all, rather he was asking himself how he had such immense reserves of energy seemingly untrained. A matter for another time he supposed. He directed the raw energy into the wound, and soon enough it had healed the break. "There, you should be all better now,"

"Yes, sensei, I feel much better thank you," She bowed at the waist, "I apologize for not introducing myself sooner, I am Tendo Kasumi thank you again," She then bowed even deeper to Ron, "And you as well Stoppable-san, I would be in a cast right now if it weren't for you."

"It's no big Kasumi. I'm just glad you're alright… though I gotta ask, are appliances coming alive and attacking people a common occurrence around here? Cause I thought my life was weird but this is nuts."

The girl shook her head, "No, in fact many strange incidents have been happening lately ever since that girl Sailor Moon appeared. Some people wonder if she's the cause of the events but I don't think that's the case," She paused as if in thought, "I think, I think she's doing her best to try and stop people from getting hurt."

"It doesn't always work out though," Ron noted.

Kasumi smiled wanly, "It doesn't, but she seems young and new at this unlike you and Possible-san, maybe she could use help from someone more… experienced in being a hero?" she questioned clearly directing it at him.

Ron scratched the back of his head, "Yeah if I see her again, I'll give her some pointers," He promised, "First thing that's gotta go is the catchphrases and posing, takes up too much time at the start of a fight."

"Agreed," Shigure added in her two yen.

Ron got up and offered her his hand, "C'mon I'll walk you home, then I really need to find this Ryozanpaku place my sensei wanted me to visit before the sun goes down if I want to have a place to sleep tonight," Ron said to himself. "I didn't even pick up a welcome gift for them like I'd intended."

"Eh," Sasaki grunted, "Kid, did you say you were looking for Ryozanpaku?"

"Yes sir," Ron replied, "My sensei Master Sensei wanted me to come here for the second half of my exchange program," Ron replied, "Why? Do you know where it is?"

"Before he answers that," Koetsuji cut the other man off, causing him to scowl, "Why would you bring a gift?"

"I'm Jewish sir, it's considered proper to bring a gift to someone's home when visiting for the first time," Ron replied humbly.

"Your standing in it," Shigure told him, "Ryozanpaku, your standing in it,"

Ron just started laughing, "You're kidding right?" Seeing the three masters shaking their heads, Ron just sighed, "Why is it that my luck only seems to be good in Japan?" He then noticed Shigure and Kasumi flushing as they looked down. "...And my pants just fell down didn't they?"

"Might wanna consider buying a belt kid," Sasaki chuckled as he took a drink.

(...)

"Well," Ron said awkwardly as he walked Kasumi home with Shigure coming along to make sure he could make it back to Ryozanpaku without getting lost, "There goes my heroic rep,"

"Your fine Stoppable-san, it was a simple wardrobe malfunction," Kasumi consoled him kindly by patting him on the shoulder. She kept to herself that she did look and saw his well muscled and trimmed physique that she saw from the chest down.

"Thanks Kas, I appreciate it," He told her sincerely.

"Your welcome," she replied, "My home should be just around the corner, would you both like to come in for some tea? It's the least I can do to thank you both for all the help you've given me today."

Ron looked to Shigure; she knew the schedule of Ryozanpaku better than he did, she'd know when dinner was.

The swordswoman nodded, "Please,"

"Great!" Kasumi said happily. Clapping her hands together.

They rounded the corner to the house… and Ron sputtered as he was promptly hit in the face with a bucket of cold water. "There's that bad luck I was expecting,"

"Stoppable-san are you alright?!" Kasumi asked him worriedly as she sent a glare in the direction of her home, the Tendo Dojo. As she expected, she found her little sister chasing around their current house guest Ranma Saotome.

"I'm fine, just wet," Ron told her, wiping the water out of his eyes.

"Let's get you inside and out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold," Kasumi said worriedly as she took him by the hand, while Shigure loosened her sword in its sheath, prepared for any more mishaps.

"Ranma, get back here!" Akane yelled as she chased around a redheaded girl in a chinese quipo.

"It's not my fault your weak and slow Akane, you should train more," The other girl teased as she stuck out her tongue at the other girl while not looking where she was going. She ran smack dab into a solid brick wall… or it felt like a solid brick wall, but brick walls don't catch people before they hit the ground. Turning Ranma found herself in the arms of a blonde-haired foreigner with brown eyes smiling kindly.

"Woah there, careful… might get hurt," He said in rough Japanese.

"Thanks I guess," Ranma said as she extracted herself from his grip noting that his arms were like corded iron, and while his grip on her was gentle, it wasn't very strong meaning it could've easily become vise-like. Seeing who he was with, Ranma asked, "Kasumi, you know this guy… also why is he wet?"

Kasumi pouted at him, cutely as she chastised, "This is Ron Stoppable-san, the hero Kim Possible's partner, and he is wet because you and Akane were bickering."

"Oops… umm…I mean… learn to dodge?" Ranma said awkwardly, her pride refusing to let her apologize so easily.

But instead of being offended, Ron just laughed, "Yeah you'd think a guy who can dodge lasers spinning tops of doom, and ninja monkeys could do the same with a bucket of water right? Apparently not."

"Lasers?" Ranma questioned.

"Spinning tops of doom?" Kasumi echoed, in confusion.

"Ninja monkeys?" Shigure deadpanned.

Ron rubbed the back of his head, a nervous habit he developed, "Yeah it's a long story… several long stories actually, but now isn't the time."

"Right I'll show you to the bathroom, Ranma will put your things into the dryer and bring you something to change into while you wait, won't you Ranma?" Kasumi asked kindly but there was an unusual edge to her sweet tone.

"Yes ma'am," Ranma promptly replied, he didn't know what happened today, but it made Kasumi 'scary' whatever it was. To the point that the usually misogynistic martial artist didn't want to risk provoking her ire.

"The bathroom is the second door on the right. Please leave your clothes outside and we'll take care of them," She turned to the swordmistress and said, "Shigure-san, please make yourself comfortable in the living room while you wait for Ron-san to change… I need to have a word with my little sister about rough housing."

"I…" Ranma said as Kasumi walked away, "Have never seen Kasumi so pissed before in all my short time here."

"She was upset?" Ron said, "She didn't seem upset?"

"Are you totally incapable of feeling killing intent or what?" Ranma replied. "She may have been smiling but the bloodlust should've been unmistakable even to a novice."

Ron blinked, "That was her killing intent? But it was… so weak?"

Both Ranma and Shigure blinked in amazement as they followed the blonde inside. Watching him take off his shoes, Shigure asked, "What exactly qualifies as strong killing intent to you Stoppable-san?"

"Something that doesn't feel like I've gained the antagonism of a single ant I guess?" Ron said with a shrug. "Now she said the first door on the right, right?"

Wanting to test something, Shigure hit him with her killing intent. All of it.

While Ranma was staring at the older woman in shock, Ron just paused and looked back. "Not bad, but I've felt worse Shigure-sensei… also your killing intent feels hollow, you don't actually want to hurt me at all… I've been around people who very much wanted to kill me, better luck next time," Ron said before he made his way down the hall.

"That guy…" Ranma said to herself in awe, "What is he? Who're you?!" He asked the buxom swordswoman.

"I am Kosaka Shigure and Stoppable-san is my new pupil," She replied as she removed her sandals, "Which way to the living room?"

(...)

Ron had changed out of his clothes and was about to change into a simple orange kimono when the door to the bathroom was suddenly pulled open. He stood there in shock and so did a young girl with dark brown hair for a moment before her face turned crimson and she yelled out, "Pervert!" She then launched herself at him with a flying kick, which Ron deftly deflected with a downward push of his forearm. The girl didn't let up though and tried to sweep his feet out from under him with a kick, only for Ron to hop on top of the toilet with skill and grace trained for by running away and not falling into traps.

"Now hold on a sec, you walked in on me changing, so how am I the pervert? Aren't you the voyeur here… and didn't you throw water at me that caused this situation in the first place?"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear excuses from a stupid boy!"

"Oh a misandrist, that's nice," Ron quipped, not even realizing he had slipped into Japanese.

"I'm not a… whatever that is! Get out of my house you weirdo pervert!" The girl said as she tried to punch him only for Ron to do a sideflip onto the sink counter causing the girl's fist to go through the wall.

"A Misandrist is someone who hates men, you just said you hate men, thus you're a misandrist," Ron explained to her as he gathered up the kimono and ran out of the bathroom.

Akane her fist bleeding from going through the plaster, was incised, "Get back here you gaijin!" She gave chase.

"Kasumi-san!" Ron called as he slid into the kitchen in just his boxers, "Control your psycho sister please!"

"R-Ron-san?!" The girl said, flushing, "I know Americans are forward but isn't this a bit too soon?"

"What're you talking about? Your little sister came into the bathroom and started attacking me," Ron replied hiding behind Shigure, "Save me from the little terror sensei,"

"Sure… nice abs by the way," She replied, choosing not to comment on the rock hard eight pack pressed up against her back as he hid behind her.

"Ah! I… I should probably get dressed," Ron said, resisting the urge to slap himself in the forehead.

"Not complaining… nice view," Shigure replied, glancing behind herself appreciatively.

"Your very forward sensei," Ron noted, though he was flattered by the praise coming from such a stunning woman.

"I live with… a drunk…an old man…an old pervert…a loveable manchild… and an artist. Almost a christmas cake. Want a boyfriend."

"If you're a christmas cake then I'm Santa Claus, and Santa loves to eat some christmas cake," Ron told her sincerely, making her flush not realizing the double entendre of his statement until it was too late, "Umm, wait! No, that came out so wrong, I'm sorry! Please don't cut me into many unidentifiable little bloody cubes of meat?"

The weapon mistress flushed a bit, feeling a bit better about herself, looking back at the nervous looking blonde, she said sincerely, "Thanks,"

"No problem," Ron said, pleased she wasn't gonna shish kebab him, only to press himself closer against her back as Akane entered the room, not that Shigure was at all complaining.

"There you are pervert! Come out from behind our guest and take your lumps like the disgusting man you are!" Akane demanded.

Ron called back, "I'm good thanks! Besides, I don't wanna risk hurting you when I'm a guest here, that's just bad manners."

"I… you…ouch!" Akane said, putting her hands over her head where her eldest sister had just whacked her with a wooden spoon. "Kasumi-nee why?"

"As I told you earlier Akane, we had two guests in the house and one was in the bathroom changing because you threw a bucket of water in his face, were you perhaps too angry at being scolded to pay attention, hmm?" Kasumi spoke calmly but Akane could feel the ki surrounding her sister.

"Maybe?" She muttered before she looked at Ron and begrudgingly said, "I'm sorry for walking in on you in the bathroom,"

She suddenly received a knuckle sandwich to the top of her head courtesy of Ranma who added, "And?"

"Get off me you idiot!" Akane screeched, "And I'm sorry for attacking you! There, is everyone happy now?!" Akane huffed as she crossed her arms.

"Thrilled," Ranma drolled, "Ron put on some pants would ya? Before Kasumi faints."

"Ranma… did someone deflate the airbags?" Ron joked seeing the fiery little redhead was now a taller dark-haired boy.

"Haha, you could say that I suppose," The boy replied, "It's… complicated."

"Curse?" Ron guessed.

Ranma blinked in surprise at how easily Ron guessed but accepted that as the answer. "Yeah actually, how did you know?"

"I mean, unless you're a really good ladyboy, that's the only logical explanation," Ron replied.

"Oh, you've got jokes huh?" Ranma replied not knowing whether he should feel insulted or not with him.

Ron shrugged, "Hey man, my best friend since Pre-K was a girl, I've had my fingernails painted, full makeovers done on me at sleepovers when I was younger, and have had more girl talk then is probably healthy for a guy my age, but I can safely say I'm secure in my masculinity."

Ranma blinked, "Huh, I never thought about it like that I suppose."

"Wah… That makes sense to you, of all people?" Akane questioned, "But… but you hate women!"

Ranma scoffed, "No, what I hate being turned into a woman because my idiot father thought it would be a 'good idea' to train over some cursed hotsprings. Contrary to your belief Akane, I don't hate women at all. I just hate how the transformation weakens the body I trained and worked so hard to attain,"

"Oof, your dad sounds like a hundred miles of bad road," Ron said as he fixed the kimono in place with a dark blue obi. "My condolences,"

"Thank you! The crazy old coot has betrothed me multiple times, stole the dowry, and ran away with it to cover his gambling debts."

"Dude… your dad sounds terrible," Ron replied, "I say sounds because well, this is from your point of view he might've had a good reason or maybe you misconstrued things. You were young when you were with him right?" Ron asked willing to give his dad the benefit of the doubt.

Ranma raised a hand, "I get what you're trying to do, and I get it, but he really is that terrible,"

"Oi!" A talking panda said as it came into the living room, "You talking crap about me to guests boy?!" as he held up a sign.

"Why is there a panda in here?" Ron asked, "And why's it talking?"

"You can understand him?" Ranma said surprised, before he scowled, "What'd the old bastard say?"

Ron looked at the panda who motioned him to speak with a wave of his paw, "He wanted to know why you were talking crap about him to guests."

"It's not crap if it's true, you crazy old geezer!" Ranma rebutted.

Before it could come to blows, Ron stepped between the father and son, "Okay you two cool your jets!"

"Oi, Ron move!" Ranma tried to sprint past the boy, but much to his surprise his footwork was superior to his, and he kept himself superimposed between himself and his father. 'He's skilled,' Ranma noted silently impressed.

"How about we all sit down and talk about this calmly?" Ron proposed. "I mean I get it your martial artists but isn't the whole point of martial arts for the weak to defend themselves against the strong and hopefully not have to use them?"

"Pff, what kind of nonsense is that?" Ranma replied, "The point of martial arts is to become strong, and prove your strength."

Genma held up a sign that said, "Idiot son of mine,"

"Hey, what's that for you monotone bear?!"

The panda held up another sign, "I taught you the forms, the technique, but not the mindset, the soul of martial arts it seems," The panda began writing more on the sign before holding it up to be read, "It is not about violence and superiority, martial arts is about external power leading to inner peace."

"Inner peace? HA! That's funny coming from you, old man." Ranma said, "You've done nothing but use me for financial gain and use your martial arts training to steal things for as long as I can remember, but now you want to tell me that martial arts are supposed to lead to inner peace?"

The panda looked nervous as it hastily wrote another sign, "I… well, there are many paths to inner peace son, for me it was not starving to death."

"But that doesn't change the fact that stealing is wrong sir… so is marrying your son off to multiple women which as far as I know is illegal in Japan…" Ron replied to the panda. "The point I'm trying to make is, your Ranma's dad, your supposed to lead by example… and you didn't set a good one,"

The panda scribbled on his sign, "I'm aware of that, trying to fix it, son is bullheaded. Gets it from me. Worried I will fail my wife and friend. Then Death."

"What does mom have to do with this?" Ranma asked, confused.

"Promised your mother… you'd become man among men. I fail we both commit seppuku." Genma wrote.

Ranma's mouth dropped open, "You're kidding me? That's why mom let you take me as a toddler? Cause if I fail to become a 'man among men' we both die?" Ranma shook his head in disgust, "You really are a piece of work dad, what does it even mean to become a 'man among men'? That's vague and could mean anything,"

"There is one epitome of Men. Something that Mother recognizes. Hanma. Must defeat Hanma. Then man proven," signed Genma making every martial artist in the room go deathly silent even as it was portrayed on a sign.

"Nope, no no, no, nope, Hell no!" Ranma said after a moment before he stormed out of the room.

"Uhh… whose Hanma?" Ron asked.

"Yujirou Hanma," Genma said holding up a sign, "The strongest thing in the martial arts world with few to no equals," He told the blonde, "He's said to be more force of nature than a man, and his father fought in World War II and because of him alone they held the island of Okinawa against your country."

"Dude…" Ron muttered. "So he's a big deal then?"

"Yes," Shigure replied, "He's strong… but the Elder of Ryozanpaku… is just as strong… if not more so. You don't need to be afraid… of bumping into him… in this city Ron. He's not so… foolish as to come here…" Shigure reassured him, 'I hope,' she thought.

"Oh, that's good I guess," Ron replied wiping the sweat from his brow, 'That guy sounds baddical, and not in a good way,' Ron thought to himself. Ron looked outside to see the sun going down, looking to his sensei he said, "Should we be going sensei? I don't want you to miss dinner."

"Oh, would you like to stay for dinner?" Kasumi invited, "We'd love having you, wouldn't we Akane, Genma-san?" She said while smiling at the two with a sweet demeanor but a presence that made both martial artists shiver. When did Kasumi develop her Ki?

"Umm yes!" Akane replied quickly. "Since sister insists I guess it's fine."

"You're a good kid," The panda said, holding up a sign, before glancing at Shigure and holding up another sign, "And you have good taste in women to boot!" That sign was promptly cut in half by the swordswoman… using a chopstick.

"Shigure-sensei…" Ron said,

'Oh, I did something unfeminine, I wonder how he'll think of me?' Shigure wondered.

"That was so baddical, you cut a wooden sign with a chopstick! How'd you do that?! Can you do it with a spoon too?! Can you show me?" Shirgue was amused that his reaction was a shiny eyed, awe inspired Ron getting on his knees holding her hands in respect and desire to learn!

Shigure sighed in relief, "Later, basics first." she told him.

"Of course sensei," Ron replied. He then got up and made to leave the room, "I'm gonna check on Ranma, he looked like he was freaking out," He turned to Shigure and asked, "Are we staying for dinner?"

"Sure, why not?" Shigure said at last.

"Cool I'll be back in a bit," Ron replied before leaving the room.

Knowing her pupil was in good hands, Shigure turned to the little troublemaker, "You… need to… reign in your… temper young lady." She reprimanded Akane.

"He's just a stupid boy!" Akane rebutted.

"And you're just a stupid girl… who thinks she can… use violence… to get her way," Shigure replied evenly. "It won't… result in… serious… repercussions right now… but when your… an adult… what do… you think will… happen when you… assault people?"

"They're just disgusting men?" Akane said, "Who would even care?"

Shigure rolled her eyes, "The police… the justice system… would care. You could be… sent to… juvenile corrections… if this keeps… up…. Shame … to family you … would bring"

Akane looked offended, "Oh what would you know?!"

"Plenty… I live… with a… dirty old man," Shigure replied. "I reprimand him… for his actions… but I don't blame… all men for his… actions. That is… proof of… your immaturity." The kunoichi reprimanded, "You're blaming an entire sex… for the actions of… a few people. Instead you should… judge a person on their actions… alone. Not condemn them… based on what others have done."

Akane looked down and to the side, "Maybe… but I can't just take your word for it!" She said stubbornly. "Not when all the boys around me have been jerks!"

"Even your father?" Shigure questioned, "He's male too you know?"

That made the girl pause, "What? No, papa is… he's mature unlike the idiots I have to put up with."

"But he's a boy, which you hate," Shigure pointed out, slicing her argument to pieces with her words as easily as she could a tatami mat with her sword. Each word was like a sword stroke, and her tongue in this instance was the blade. "But if you don't hate your father… then doesn't that… invalidate your… whole argument?"

Akane just scowled at her, "You just don't get it!" she said as she rushed out of the room.

"I do get it," She called after Akane, "You just don't like… having your worldview questioned… because that would mean… admitting it is… wrong."

Once the girl was out of sight she turned to Kasumi and bowed, "I apologize, I overstepped."

The older girl shook her head, "No, Akane has always been brash, but ever since mother passed, she's gone from brash to mean. Part of me thinks it's her way of grieving, but I also wonder if she's lashing out like this because she wishes mother was here. She's at that awkward phase where she's growing up and she has so many questions and worries and concerns. Even though my father has been inconsolable. Genma has brightened his mood somewhat but he still hides himself away in his room. It's hard… I know it's selfish but I am sad that the responsibility of the family falls on my shoulders. I feel that I had something deprived from me. When I see my father … All I feel is shame or pity. My other sister isn't much better. She is so worried about our finances that now money is all she sees. I try my best but it's so hard to carry this family by myself…" tears welled up in Kasumi's eyes as she was finally able to let loose just a little the emotions that had been building up in her since her mother passed.

"Kasumi…" Genma said holding up a sign with the girls name on it. It was strange seeing a morose look on a panda's face but it was there.

Shigure put a hand on the girl's shoulder, "There, there, it'll be… okay Kasumi-san. Would you… like help… with dinner?" Shigure offered, "I'm confident in my… prep work at least."

"Please and thank you Shigure-nee," Kasumi said kindly. "I'm sorry you had to see that, today has been… stressful to say the least."

"No worries," She then turned to Genma and said, "Bear… if anyone interrupts us cooking… it'll be your hide… understand?" She loosened her sword on her back revealing the nearest hint of gleaming steel to prove her point.

"Yes ma'am!" The panda wrote hastily before he went and sat in front of the living room door blocking the entrance with his bulk.

"Good," Shigure said, "Let's get… started," She said to the resident cook, "What's… first?"

(...)

Ron found himself in the backyard, it had a baddical koi pond. 'I wonder if I could convince mom and dad to get one of these back home?' he thought to himself as he watched the fish for a moment before he looked around for Ranma. Not seeing him, he called out his name, "Yo Ranma dude, you out here?"

"What do you want Ron?" Ron turned around and looked up. Ranma's head was poking over the top of the roof, looking down at him. Ron did a running jump and used the Cloud Walking step technique to ascend the wall and land on the slanted roof quickly. He waved his arms as he started to lose his balance only to be caught by Ranma. "Your balance needs work."

"Thanks but that's funny coming from the cute girl I distinctly recall raises many questions," Ron replied as he sat on the roof next to the boy who was lying down looking up into the sky.

Flicking his gaze to him Ranma smirked, "Cute huh?"

"Yeah, your girl form is definitely that, you do know that right?" Ron asked. It should be obvious even to a battle freak like Ranma.

"Oh it is, I actually take pride in my other forms boobs… is that weird?" Ranma didn't have many… no strike that, any male friends but Ron, he was cool if semi goofy guy. He could see himself getting along with him.

"It's no different than a guy taking pride in his junk," Ron replied, "I mean as long as you don't go around rubbing it in other peoples faces, because then you'd be acting like an ass," Seeing him look away, Ron sighed, "What'd you do?"

"I might've constantly teased Akane for being smaller than me?" Ranma replied while coughing into his hand.

"Ooh… you didn't just step on a landmine, you deliberately hopped up and down on it," Ron said after hissing through his teeth. "You've been hanging around your dad too long man. The problem is, his bad examples are the only ones you have to go by. And that's no bueno."

"Bueno?" Ranma asked.

"Sorry, slipped into Spanish for a sec there, no good," Ron explained. "Just so you know, you do not under any circumstances comment on a girl's weight, age, boobs or lack thereof, bad cooking, or compare your previous relationships to your current one. It's sure to get you in the proverbial dog house my guy."

"All that will," Ranma said, blinking in surprise. He'd basically done all of that… 'Shit, I'm totally screwed!' he thought to himself.

"Yes. In fact the only thing worse than that is if you somehow stole a woman's food, insulted her looks, or even worse. Insult their mother or grandmother if they have a good relationship while she is present," stated Ron sagely.

"I'm dead," Ranma muttered to himself. "I'm totally dead."

"You're kidding… right?" Ron asked.

Ranma looked at Ron as if death was approaching him, "Ron, I've done all those things to Akane and all my other fiances,"

"Oh… Oh… Oh shit," Ron said.

"Should I start digging my own grave?" Ranma asked.

Ron ran a hand down his face, "No, you actually get a pass believe it or not because you didn't know what you were doing was wrong, all you have to do is well not do any of that anymore," He assured the other boy.

"Right," Ranma sighed. "Of course, it doesn't really matter since apparently unless I beat Yujirou fucking Hanma I won't be considered a man among men by my own mother and will be forced to commit seppuku!"

"Yeah, about that, I don't know who this Hanma guy is, but he sounds scary."

"He fought in Vietnam with nothing but his martial arts… and never took a single wound even though your American troops were using everything from guns to grenades and mines on him."

"Wow, are we sure he's human and not like a cyborg?" Ron asked, it wouldn't be the first time he'd fought humanoid robots so he wasn't going to rule it out.

"No it is just in the blood. His own father fought in WWII and was so dangerous that a third Nuke was requested to stop that man. Just him by the way. There were no other soldiers on Okinawa but him. Yujiro is that monster's son. Luckily Japan surrendered before the third nuke was dropped."

"Yeah my sensei mentioned that… didn't mention the third nuke bit," Ron whistled as he looked up at the sky, "Sounds like one heck of a guy."

"Yeah, and I have to beat him in a fight or die… meaning I'm dead either way," Ranma said glumly.

"Well…" Ron said after a moment of thought, "You could always stay a woman right? After all, your dad promised your mom you'd become a man among men, that doesn't apply if you're a girl right?"

Ranma said bolt upright. "Ron… that's genius!" He pulled the blonde into a hug. "If I stay in my female form I'm not beholden to my old man's word, and that means I don't have to fight Yujirou Hanma in the first place! Or at least I can hold off and train until…" Ranma shook his head, "No, no don't be stupid Ranma, even if you trained for a million years you wouldn't be able to scratch Yujirou Hanma."

"Don't be too sure," Ron told his friend, "The only limits you have are the ones you place on yourself," he said sagely, "Push yourself hard enough and you'll reach the heavens," Ron said as he reached up towards the heavens and making a fist.

Ranma felt like this was a personal speech or vendetta almost. Ranma glanced at the stars and wondered, 'What gods pissed him off?' Flipping to his feet he said, "Thanks for coming to talk to me Ron, no one else around here would usually bother to do that, so I appreciate it."

"No prob it was no big," Ron said standing up himself… only to lose his balance and fall off the roof, "I'm okay!" He called up.

"We are going to work on your balance Ron. Your footwork on solid ground is good, but on an uneven surface you walk like a duck." Ranma said, hopping down from the roof.

"I trained in Tai Shing Pek Kwar not Duck Ping Pek Yuu." Ron replied as he sat up.

Ranma chuckled, he appreciated humor, "Well it's okay, I can show you a thing or two if you want?"

"If you're willing, that's fine," Ron replied, happy to accept help when it's given.

"Ron-san, Ranma-san! Dinner is ready!" Kasumi called.

The blonde quickly added, "Right after dinner,"

Ranma laughed, "Of course."

(...)

Ron was amused by all the people gathered around the Tendou dinner table to say the least. Kasumi's little sister Nabiki had dollar signs in her eyes when she met him. Grinning almost evilly, the first thing she said to him was, "Well, since you saved my sister you know that means you'll have to marry her right?"

"Oh really?" Ron replied, humoring her. Before Yamanouchi he likely would've been panicking at the prospect but now? Now Ronald Dean Stoppable was a brand new animal… a Monkey king to be precise.

"Yep, that means you'll have to shoulder all our family's debt too, oww," Nabiki said, holding her head from where her elder sister had whacked it with a wooden spoon.

"Nabiki-chan, stop picking on Ron-san," Kasumi said sternly.

"I cannot thank you enough for helping my daughter Stoppable-san," Kasumi's father Soun Tendou said through a veritable waterfall of tears.

"It was no problem sir," Ron replied, "As Kim Possible's sidekick, I do this sort of thing all the time," he tried the japanese-style hamburger steak Kasumi and Shigure had made, "Great job on the food ladies," he complimented.

"We're glad you like it. Ron-san, Shigure-nee thought you might like the taste of home," Kasumi replied.

Ron gave the older woman a nod, "It was great thanks," He then looked over at the literal amazonian beauty that was sitting close to Ranma, "So umm what's your name miss?"

"Ah, my name is Xǐ Fǎshuǐ or in engrish, Shampoo," She introduced herself in broken japanese.

"Your parents named you after a hair care product?" Ron asked after a couple seconds of confused blinking that Ron.

She shook her head, "My grandmother did,"

Ron couldn't stop herself from asking, "What's her name?"

"Kēlóng, it means," Shampoo began, only for Ron to finish in a deadpan for her,

"Cologne, how… different," Ron finished not wanting to seem rude to the girl. He decided to ask, "So how do you know Ranma?"

"He is my betrothed," She said happily.

"I see, and how did that come about?" Ron asked, looking between the unamused Ranma and oblivious Shampoo.

"He defeated me in a fight, and according to the laws of my village, he is betrothed to me," She replied.

Ron nodded in understanding, "Ah, the whole 'best her to bed her', classic." Ron then raised a finger, "Shampoo, no I'm sorry I can't I'm just going to call you Xi Fashui okay? Otherwise I'm going to feel like I'm talking to a bottle of hair cleaner."

"Okay!" She replied, "I like how my name sounds better in my native tongue anyway,"

"Right well as I was saying, did Ranma at the time, know about this law when he fought you?" Ron asked, now speaking Mandarin.

"I… don't know?" She looked at Ranma confused, "I just assumed he did, lots of strong men come to our village looking for brides."

"I did not! I did not know about that at all!" Ranma argued, "The old man got us lost in the middle of damn China! I was just happy to find a village, even one out in the middle of nowhere! I was going to ask you for directions, but then I smelled food and after going days without, instinct took over, we fought after that when you attacked me!"

"Oh…" the dark haired girl slumped at the table in seeming depression, "So you had no intention of marrying me then?"

Ranma wasn't exactly fond of Shampoo but he still didn't like seeing her upset, 'Still, I think she deserves the truth,' Ranma thought. Seeing the nod Ron sent him confirmed this was the right call. Taking a breath he said, "No Shampoo, I didn't sorry I really was just lost."

Her head fell forward on her chest and her whole body shook a bit, Ranma could hear her sniffling a little, "I see, I guess I've been bugging you all this time then huh?"

"I'd like to be your friend if that's alright?" Ranma said, extending an olive branch to the amazonian girl.

She smiled up at him, "I'd like that, but I'll have to go back to my village," She replied, "Without our betrothal I am forced to return and wait for a man to defeat me, as per our peoples rules," She stood and bowed, "Goodbye everyone, it was nice to get to know you all,"

Ron sighed, he didn't want to force her to leave her friends, he just wanted to get Ranma out of this unwanted wedlock. So he did the only thing he could as a hero. He called out to the girl before she could leave the room, "Hey Xǐ Fǎshuǐ, do you have a weapon on you?"

"I do not, why?" She inquired,

"I thought we could spar real quick after dinner is all. You know, get some exercise in?" Ron replied, stretching a bit before he headed outside, "You interested?"

The Chinese girl smiled, "Does Ron know what he is asking? Were he to win, he would become my betrothed. You would have to head back with me, to live in my village should we ever decide to… consummate it you know?"

Ron chuckled, "Well I think we can hold off on that for now, don't you? Provided I even win of course," He smiled at her motioned to the back lawn, with an out turned hand, "Shall we dance my dear Xǐ-laopo?"

The girl looked at him with half-lidded eyes, as she grinned, "Yes, we shall, my dear Ron-laogong," the amazon lept from her spot near the door over the dining table, and came at Ron with a flying kick which he avoided by leaning his body back and to the left. Using his footwork Ron spun around and deflected a punch aimed at his head with his forearm only to grab her wrist and stepping into her guard he flipped her over his shoulder and onto the ground.

Shampoo did a spin kick and flipped to her feet before she came after the blonde boy with a series of punches. Punches he avoided by ducking, leaning out of the way or more often than not, wrapping his hands around his arm like they were made of sticky tape and deflecting them to the side before he retaliated with a strike to her stomach or chest.

"Ron-laogong is good," She complimented having worked up a bit of a sweat as they fought. Even though her body was sore from multiple hard blows delivered to her centerline, and her muscles burned from exertion, she never felt more alive than right now, when she was fighting this boy! One thing irked her though. "Why is it Ron-laogong doesn't even look winded?"

"The way of Tai Shing Pek Kwar is of misdirection and using the enemy's power against them. Then when an opening is found or created, to strike with power at a vital point."

"It uses both hard and soft strikes, and the 'sticky hands' defense of Wing Chun, does it not my disciple?" Shigure asked from the sidelines.

"Among other things… it's an Ancient Martial Art Shigure-sensei… so chances are anything you see me using that looks like it came from another style… Tai Shing Pek Kwar is the parent style those styles branched off of," Ron replied, never taking his eyes off the amazonian beauty.

"Ooh, when was the school founded?" Genma, who was now in human form asked.

"338 AD officially," Ron replied, as his feet crisscrossed across the ground as he advanced upon Shampoo.

'He's using bajiquan's movement technique now?' Shigure was surprised even more so when Shampoo tried to strike him only for him to deflect the blow and strike out with a high kick to her chin… one that sent her flying straight into the koi pond, kicking up a geyser of water.

"Booya," Ron said as he took a breath. The girl rose slowly from the pond like Godzilla from the Pacific Ocean. "Would you like to continue?" Ron asked calmly, his hands were hanging loosely at his sides but Ranma and the others could tell he was easily ready to continue fighting if he had to.

Yet the girl bowed her head, "It is Xǐ Fǎshuǐ's loss," Even though she was soaking wet, she was smiling, "I tried hard," she said, "But Ron-laogong won,"

"You did, now you should go take a bath before you catch a cold," Ron said before glancing back inside, "Maybe the Tendou's can let you use their bath?"

"Of course, come along Shampoo-chan," Kasumi told the amazonian girl. As she motioned her towards the bath.

Everyone just looked at Ron in minor confusion. Ranma decided to speak up, "You do realize that you just betrothed yourself to a random girl you just met right? I mean what if there is another girl you like? I am kind of baffled, honestly?"

"She is your friend right? I mean she was committed enough to follow you from the Chinese countryside to try and marry you. That is quite respectable. After all, the least I can do is let her down gently later if we are found not compatible. So it would help keep other people away from me who may only flirt with me to get close to Kim. Also in all honesty my track record with women sucks. I had one girl who wasn't my mother kiss me and that was on the cheek earlier today."

"So on a scale of one to ten, what're the chances of you taking Akane off my hands too?" Ranma asked.

"Idiot!" Akane snapped, before she tried to smack him, only for Ranma to dodge.

Ron sighed, "Ranma, you're doing it again dude… also, zero. I cannot in good conscience date someone who on a fundamental level dislikes me. That is like asking orange juice to taste well after chugging toothpaste."

"So basically you're saying I'm stuck with her then?"

"Shigure-sensei could you?" Ron asked, only for the kunoichi to smack the martial artist upside the back of his head faster than he could react with a wooden spoon she pulled from between her breasts, "Thank you, and that's what you get for being tactless before you complain,"

"I deserved that," Ranma hissed out only to look at Shigure and say, "I'll dodge it next time,"

"We'll see…" She replied.

Ron stretched his arms over his head, his fingers interlocking before he turned to his sensei, "Shouldn't we be going sensei?"

"It is getting late… we should… be heading back," Shigure agreed. "Would you like… to wait… and say… goodbye… to your… new beau first?" Shigure teased.

"I'll go talk to her," Ron got up and made his way to the bathroom, he knocked and called, "Xi, I'm leaving I just wanted to bid you-" The bathroom door was suddenly wrenched open and Ron suddenly found himself being hugged by a very wet very naked Xi Fashui. "Did you think I'd let something as silly as nudity prevent me from saying goodbye?" She said as she hugged herself to his chest "I grew up in the mountains Ron-laogong, I bathed in communal streams, I'm used to being seen naked."

"Right," Ron said stiffly as he wrapped his arms around her, her skin was warm from the bath water, and Ron's arms, that were wrapped around her back, could feel nothing but supple corded muscle beneath that skin. "Be safe okay?"

"You too laogong," Shampoo said before she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. She then turned and headed back into the bath with a sashay in her hips, which caused Ron's gaze to be fixed on her pert little behind. but not before calling playfully over her shoulder, "Since we're betrothed you can look at me you know? Even more than look, if you want."

Using all of his willpower to pull his eyes away, Ron replied, "We can't right now Xǐ, I'd like to take you on a date first preferably several dates before anything physical happens."

"That sounds great," She replied, even as she sighed from getting back into the bath. "We'll go on a date soon, yes?"

"Sure if Shigure-sensei doesn't kill me for taking so long to say goodbye first," Ron laughed,

"Then go, go!" Xǐ Fǎshuǐ urged him with a giggle, "I can't have you dying on me till you give me at least one daughter,"

"Woman already knows what she wants," Ron muttered under his breath,

"Yes I do," the amazoness replied, "Oh Laogong, could you be a dear and shut the door for me?"

"Sure, don't stay in too long, you'll prune," he called,

"You'll still love me even if I do," She rebutted playfully.

Ron turned to go back down the hall only to find Shigure standing there. Sighing he asked, "How much did you see… and hear?"

"Saw a naked… soap covered amazon… throw herself at you… and I wouldn't kill you," She told him earnestly, "You're my… precious disciple… and… a true gentleman." She told him, smiling a bit.

"Wait, if you were here ever since she opened the door then that means you saw me… oh no…"

"Stare at her ass?" Shigure questioned, "Yes… That was… different though. She wanted you… to look. Not the same… as peeping." She assured him.

Ron put a hand over his heart as he sighed in relief.

(...)

Ron got into bed and started to relax, after begging forgiveness for missing his own welcome party and all the food being cooked by a buxom blonde girl around the same age as him known as Miu Fūrinji. He started to think of all the changes and adventures that came to him today. The dreams, the people, the challenges, he thought to himself of what this all could mean and wondered.

A shine of graceful moonlight came from the window and shined down upon him on high.

Ron could only chuckle.

"Oh lady moon. I remember little of my past life but I never was I without your love. I truly am sorry for being late," Ron's eyes lightly glowed a golden red, "But my promise still stands. I will stand by my oath. Whether as Sun Wukong or Ron Stoppable. I will honor my first patron. I will find your daughter and protect her. Come heaven or hell I will guard her as my solemn oath. Good night lady moon or should I say good night goddess Serenity."

And so Ronald Dean Stoppable entered the land of slumber and began to further remember his dreams, aspirations, and most of all his promises to teachers, saviors, and patrons in kind.

(...)

The moon glowed brightly on this night.

Its benevolence and kindness was shown to those in need and tonight a young girl was in need of aid.

In her bed Usagi Tsukino tossed in turn as nightmares plagued her. Visions of a kingdom long past wreaked havoc on her as guilt on her being a hero recently gnawed at her nerves.

She was covered in sweat as she continued to writhe in her bed.

She calmed down ever so slightly when the moon's rays shined upon her.

She felt at peace just a little. The darkness writhed and churned as it wanted to torment the lonely and vulnerable guardian.

Usagi awoke finally with thoughts of today coming to mind, "I really need to do better. I am the leader of the Sailor Senshi. I guess life can't be just a game. Real people can get hurt while me and the girls act out things," she sighed and held her stuffed monkey close.

As long as Usagi could remember monkeys seemed to like her. When she went to the zoo they would look at her and clap. They would do funny dances and even make the sounds her mother told her meant they were happy. The gorillas would beat their chest and do tricks for her. Heck she even saw a monkey escape its exhibit to pick up her purse she dropped at one point.

Usagi fell back to sleep under the moon's light and dreamed a funny dream of a monkey trying to save the moon from drowning in a well.

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Word Count: 15,011 Number of Pages: 33 Date Completed: 1/6/2023

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AN: Welcome everyone to the next entry into the Fanfic idea vault. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. The themes of this fic are martial arts, magic, and reincarnation I guess and the fandoms being used are Kim Possible, Sailor Moon, Historys Strongest Disciple Kenichi, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Grappler Baki. I don't have much to say this time so I'm gonna hand the mic over to Snowy and First Hassan.

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