Welcome to my new AU fic! First multi-chapter story carrying the same plotline I'm planning to finish! I've been working on this since July or there about...

In this universe, the characters are human (but they keep the same names), the setting is still in China just more Americanized. Like, American classes, mannerisms, systems etc. etc. Also, it's modern day so they're not wearing the older clothing they have in the movies. No last names, other then Po, because...it's just easier for me XD

This chapter is short just as an introduction. Hence the chapter of the title.

Also, I'll be updating this alongside with Drabble Edition (updates will probably be posted within the same hour). Heart of a Warrior is officially dead though...Anyways, on with the story!

The Nobody

Chapter 1: Meet Po

Po Ping didn't have the best morning. He woke up fifteen minutes late, stubbed his toe on the foot of his bed, ripped his favorite shirt while trying to put it on, and had an epic fail while trying to go down the stairs. He spilled orange juice all over his new shirt, and had to change again—this time choosing a Hoops n' Yoyo shirt he got from Comic Con. His toast burnt into charcoal, the toaster caught fire, he got butter in his hair, and poked himself in the eye with a spoon.

When his dad heard him cursing like a sailor, he got so shocked he spilled his cup of boiling hot coffee all over Po's jeans. The teenager had to go change for the third time in ten minutes.

Not exactly the best way to start the first day of school.

After Po rolled down the stairs for the second time, he realized he had forgotten to bring his backpack from his room. With a bit of trouble, he pulled himself onto his feet and started back up the stairs when Mr. Ping stopped him.

"Po, calm down. I'll go get your bag," the older man said kindly, pushing his son out of the way. Po and Mr. Ping looked almost exactly alike; same short, curly brown hair and vibrant green eyes. The only differences were height and stature. Po was over six feet tall, while his father stood at a short five-foot-six. Mr. Ping was rather lean for a man nearing fifty, while Po was…overweight. Not grossly so, until it reached the point of extreme unhealthiness; just wide enough for him to get winded easily and have trouble standing up and sitting back down too fast.

"Thanks Dad," Po sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed loudly. Adding to his weight issue were kids—one jock in particular. They teased him mercilessly, starting from the sixth grade until now, his junior year. Every week of every year he was pushed, shoved, punched, wedgied, swirlied, pantsed, egged, and generally tormented from the stronger, leaner guys in his grade.

Especially Tai Lung. He and Po had literally been sworn enemies since kindergarten when Tai stole Po's animal crackers and proceeded to stick them in glue and paste them all over the younger boy's back. It wasn't exactly the best way to become friends with someone…

With each passing year, Po promised to bulk up over the summer so he could take Tai down…but somehow, he just ended up eating.

And eating.

And eating.

And eating some more.

The teenager snapped out of his thoughts when a black bag was thrust into his stomach. "Eh, thanks Dad."

"Don't worry about it," Mr. Ping replied kindly. He glanced at his watch and gasped. "Po! You are going to miss the bus!"

"Wha—oh crap, you're right!" Po plucked his schedule off the kitchen counter and shoved into his pocket. He double checked to make sure he had everything he needed, then zipped up his bag and slung it over her shoulder. "See ya later Dad!" He called over his shoulder as he ran out the front door.

Mr. Ping waved happily. "Have fun, son!"

Po charged into the waiting school bus. He panted as he waddled past feet and bags to an empty seat in the middle of the bus. A few wads of rolled up paper pegged him in the head, and he was aware someone slapped a piece of paper onto his back.

He kept his gaze down as he sunk into his seat. There was no one on the bus he wanted to talk to—and there was no one that wanted to talk to him. Just like always. Po didn't look up for two whole stops; it would have been longer, if he hadn't heard someone clearing their throat.

Slowly, he raised his head, making eye contact with a petite girl. Po took in every detail about her; her icy blue eyes, cheery smile, long jet black hair swept in a ponytail. She wore a simply light blue shirt over a jeans skirt, and carried a binder in the crook of her elbow. Po's eyes traveled back to her face – lips in particular – and flushed as she gave him a glossy smile. "Is there anyone sitting here?" she gestured to the empty seat next to him.

"Uh, no, it's totally free." Po frowned. This girl was way too pretty to want to talk to him. She had to be new, he thought as she sat down. There was an awkward silence as Po gaped at her, until she raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow and stuck out a delicate hand.

"I'm Viper. Who are you?"

He blinked at her hand. Subconsciously, Po wiped his own on the pair of blue jeans he wore before accepting the handshake. "Po Ping. A-are you new here, Viper?"

Viper nodded, making her perfect ponytail bob up and down. "Yes. My brother and I just moved to the Valley this summer."

"That's, uh, cool. Where'd you move from?"

"Jenli. It's not very far, but my dad got promoted and it's less of a drive to his new office." Po noted how she wiped her hand on her skirt before placing it in her lap. He took this as a sign that she didn't want to speak anymore, so he turned away from her and faced out the window.

"What grade are you in?" Po's head whipped back towards the girl. She did want to talk to him?

"Eleventh," he answered quickly.

"Me too! My brother is a senior. What's the high school like?"

It was on the tip of Po's tongue to say 'hell. Run while you can.' But instead he shrugged and spluttered. "It's…uh…pretty average. We don't have anything out of the ordinary."

Viper nodded, looking like she listened to every word. This was so very strange. "I heard you guys have a martial arts team. Isn't that pretty abnormal?"

"For a normal school maybe, but not Peace Valley. And there's only four people on it, so it's not a big deal," Po grunted. He hated sports—football, basketball, baseball, you name it, but martial arts was different. It was something he wanted to be able to do desperately but when your stomach jiggles every time you take a step, it's hard to strut into a dojo and go shirtless to spar.

It's even more difficult when your arch enemy is the captain of the team.

Viper leaned forward, a sly smile dancing on her glassed lips. "Me and my brother actually requested this school just for the martial arts team. We've been doing Kung Fu since we were in preschool."

Po jerked back at the news. This girl, this petite, fragile looking, makeup wearing girl did Kung Fu? "That's really awesome," he said, full of awe.

Viper smirked and sat back. "Thanks," she giggled. Her giggle was the very definition of beauty. Was it even possible to have a beautiful giggle?

"What classes are you taking?" Po asked suddenly, desperate to know if he would see this girl again. She held up a finger, indicating he should wait, and pulled out a piece of paper from her binder. She handed it to him and he read it quickly, eyes widening.

"You're joking. You take trig?" He gaped at her again, and to his surprise she blushed and nodded. "Gods, you must be a genius!"

"Not even close," she scoffed, carefully taking her schedule back. The bus lurched to a stop. "I think we're at the school."

Po craned his neck to look out the window. She was right; that familiar red brick building was towering down at them, and he involuntarily gulped. "Eh, I guess you're right. Welcome to hell, Viper."

"What?"

The teenage boy quickly shook his head. He tried to smile, though his lips twitched and sweat was forming on his head. "N-nothing, never mind. We should…we should go."

"Oh, yeah! Could you show me to my locker?" Viper asked as she stood.

"Uh, sure! 'Course!" Po replied eagerly, waddling down the bus aisle behind her. Luckily, the upper half of the bus was empty, and he didn't have to avoid being tripped.

Now if only he was lucky enough to avoid Tai Lung…for the rest of his life.