Kim stood in the hallway. Her eyes were moist. She stared at the door as if it withheld from her the secrets of the universe. She stared at it as if if it would open she would be free from concerns such as food and drink and would never matter again. She stared at it as if it held something that was equal to ambrosia or pure ecstasy. In her mind it did.

Kim stared at the door into Ron's assigned quarters, wondering how long it would be until he opened the door and let her in. He couldn't have locked the door on purpose. He probably just forgot that she didn't have a key. There was no way Ron didn't like her anymore. Like he'd said, "You can't get rid of me that easily." She couldn't have scared him off. She couldn't have.

The dam of tears broke. Kim sat down by his door and slowly cried herself to sleep.

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Ron awoke while it was still dark outside in order to get his own training in. Musing for a moment about how much his years in Yamanouchi had changed him, he decided that he would give up the ability to wake up whenever he wanted for the closeness with Kim he used to have. He would never admit how much he missed their relationship, but when he was alone he couldn't help but feel remorse. Oh well. All good things must come to an end.The thought came out of pure desperation more than actual belief in the platitude. He knew that his life could be very long due to the health benefits of his MMP, and he could never imagine Kim dying. Kim dying was impossible. That was the one thing she would never do. Shaking his head to rid himself of his ruminations, he grabbed his assasination bag and crept out of his room slowly. He noticed a sleeping form on the floor. He stooped to pick Kim up, carried her into his room, and laid her on his bed. Sighing softly he made his way silently to the dojo.

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Kim awoke in a strange bed, though not for the usual reasons. She'd slept in this bed before. In fact, she'd spent the night when Ron had first arrived in this bed, merely two days ago. She'd even used this bed before when she'd needed to stay at GJ. No, this bed was strange because it was in a room she had fallen asleep outside of the day before. She was in Ron's room. That realization more than anything else made her heart leap with joy and her mind race. Had Ron forgiven her? Or was he merely doing this so that she didn't freeze? Was this the kindness of a friend or the love of a boyfriend? Regardless of all her experience with him, Kim still couldn't tell anything about his emotions. He was an enigma. She hoped to change that.

Kim got up and searched the room. She looked through his closet, his dresser, and under his bed. She found nothing. The room was spotless. There was nothing in the room at all. It was spotless. This only served to confuse Kim more. For as long as she'd known him, Kim was slobbish. He always had stuff strewn about his room. Now it was as if this was a completely different person. All the mannerisms she'd known in him were gone. Her Ron was gone. Who this new man was she had no idea. She knew that he wasn't her Ron, though.

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Kim awoke an hour later, her mind much clearer this time. She recognized that she'd been mildly delirious. She wondered what had happened to Ron to make him like this. It was me, she realized. I did this to Ron. What have I done? Kim sat there for a long time, pondering. She wanted to bring back her Ron. She wanted him to be as he was before, not as he was now. She refused to accept his changes as permanent.

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Ron broke off his training during the middle of his target practise. He sighed as he noticed the three people entering the dojo were all people he recognized. Will Du was a surprising sight. He had no idea how many people would show up, but he guessed that if Du was here, he was in for one hell of a day. The other was the man who'd thrown the first punch yesterday. Lagging behind the other two, Kim seemed to have woken up. He glanced at them and threw his hand around in a gesture of release. The daggers he'd been manipulating fell to the floor. he floated around, picking them up. "Will and Jake, spar." He watched in mild amusement as a blank look shot over their faces. "I can't help you without seeing the flaws in your style. Now spar." He noticed that Jake was too conservative with his punches, not even trying to leave false openings. Will, on the other hand, left himself far too vulnerable. "That's enough. Will try to hit me." Will jumped forward, intent on taking all his frustrations out on me. Ron dodged his first three punches, caught then repelled his foot, then leaned slightly to the right and planted my fist in his chest. "You left yourself open to four deathblows. Work on defending your torso more. You can't bring anything in if you're dead. Jake, I want you to try to get me to drop my guard. I don't care how. I won't try to follow you. you can move as mych as you want."Jake squared himself up, just out of range of a punch from Ron. He leg swept. Ron's leg didn't even budge. Snarling, Jake moved in. Punch, punch, kick, punch- everything bounced off just bounced off. Finally he let go. Ron started fighting back. Jake saw an out. He dropped his defenses for a minute, and feinted at Ron's head. Ron ducked gripped Jake's shirt, and threw. "Good job. You succeeded. You just need to take more risks, and maybe diversify your fighting style. As more people entered he gave them all tips.

Around lunchtime, Ron disappeared. Kim felt a small tug on the corner of her shirt and a hand on her shoulder. An invisible Ron guided Kim out of the dojo and to the cafeteria. She picked up food for both of them. Again they walked to his room. He sat with her on his bed. His eyes would not meet hers. They ate in silence. He gazed into her eyes, forcing himself not to look away. "I'm sorry for the past few days. I've been an ass." Ron finally had to avert his gaze not wanting to face her rejection.

"Oh, Ron, it's okay. It's fine. We're gonna be alright. Everything's fine." They embraced, Kim wrapping her arms around him.

"I was scared, Kim. I was scared. I geuss now I should tell you everything."

A/N: Another short chapter. I know, I hate em too. But hey 5 Chapters in one day! I = awesome.

I added a bit to this chapter but I still don't like it. If I have time later, I might rewrite this entirely. Thanks to the three reviews I've gotten. 182 hits, 94 visitors, and 3 reviews, two of which were from the same person. I feel so special.