Okay, this is my first Kim Possible fanfic! At first, I didn't think that I'd like the show but I do! And I didn't think that I'll write a fan fiction for the show, but now I am!

Prologue: Departure…

He looked down at his brown bag. The bag itself was only big enough to carry a few things but it didn't matter. All that was inside was just a few pairs of socks, pants, shirts, and of course, underwear. He has learned though life that you could never bring enough underwear and socks. Unfortunately he had learned this life lesson the hard way. How he had learned it was best to be left alone…

There were also a few more things inside of the bag, but it wasn't too much. Where he was going, he was hardly going to need them, if at all! Where he was going, he was hardly going to have time off to himself to enjoy the things he has done in the past. After school was over, he had already made his decision. It was only his junior year, but he could always graduate from the school he was headed. He had already realized what and who, for that matter, he was leaving behind. However, when it all added up, he could care less. As far as he was concerned, with only a few exceptions, there was hardly anything he was leaving in the first place.

"We are now boarding flight 154, non-stop to Japan! At this time, we request that only the passengers seated in rows 21 to 30 please report to aisle D14 at this time! I repeat, will the passengers seated in rows 21 to 30 please report to aisle D14 at this time!"

He sighed, knowing that it was going to take a while for everyone to get seated until they were ready to board the section he would be seated. On the plane itself, it had a total of seven seats per row: Two on the left side, labeled A and B, two on the right side which were labeled F and G, and three in the middle which were labeled C, D, and E. Himself? He was seated in first class in the first row. A window seat! He had always loved sitting near the window, whether it was watching the plane take off, or having a bird's eye view of the towns and cities. He had always enjoyed it when he was airborne. However, this would be the last time he would travel by flight for a long time, so it was a good idea to end it with style…

"We are now boarding passengers seated in rows 11 to 20! Will the passengers who are seated in rows 11 to 20 on flight 154, non-stop to Japan, please report to aisle D14 at this time! I repeat, will the passengers who are seated in rows 11 to 20 on flight 154, non-stop to Japan, please report to aisle D14 at this time!"

He looked down to the visual device that was in his hand. It was in a turquoise color, and fairly small. It appeared to be some type of pocket videogame. His brown eyes narrowed at the sight of said device, eyes that told a story of pain, betrayal, and heartbreak. Even when looking at the blank black screen, it brought back memories. Some were actually good, but those memories didn't outweigh the bad. Actually, it hardly even mattered…

He grabbed the two ends with his hands and within his rage and with all of his might, he pushed both ends downward as, within a few seconds, it was split into two. A bit of its now-split circuitry could now be seen as a bit of the pain he had felt these past weeks diminished a little. But it still wouldn't go away, at least not that easily.

A part of him wondered how he couldn't have seen it before, while another knew all along and wondered if because he truly needed her or that he…loved her that he tried not to believe it. At the end, he was wrong. About everything! About her! Everything he knew and appreciated was a lie. And everything he knew about her was an even bigger lie!

"We are now boarding passengers seated in rows 1 to 10! Will the passengers who are seated in rows 1 to 10 on flight 154, non-stop to Japan, please report to aisle D14 at this time! I repeat, will the passengers who are seated in rows 1 to 10 on flight 154, non-stop to Japan, please report to aisle D14 at this time!"

He watched on as more people began to board for the flight, as he still held a broken piece of the electronic device in his hand. With a sigh, he stood up from his chair and walked over to the wastebasket. Once he made it to the beige trashcan, he opened the flap that blocked the way of garbage and debris from their rightful spot. To him, this signified his moving on with his life, and further signified that he was moving on from her! With no second thoughts or questions, he proceeded to discard the two pieces that were the once but now destroyed Ronnunicator.

'That's that…' He thought to himself, as he got rid of the one sure thing that would remind him of the painful memories. All of those years, everything they've been though together was a lie. All this time he believed that she was a friend, but instead she was just pretending. Just pretending to care about him. Just pretending to be his friend. She had been pretending since middle school, but then again, she did have the reputation of that she "can do anything!" So why being the greatest actress of all time was unbelievable. He walked over back to his seat but was not before he was met with a familiar face.

He had short brown hair and was wearing a green T-shirt and brown pants. What was most noticeable about him was that he was confined to a wheelchair, but at a closer inspection, it was no ordinary wheelchair. From his arrival, a small smile formed. "So, you came." He said, in a friendly, yet cold tone of voice. But then again, who's personality wouldn't become cold after finding out that your best friend for five years wasn't really your friend to begin with.

His friend gave a sigh, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, concerned.

He nodded. "I hardly have anything else worth staying here anyway! And as you know, I'm not exactly everyone's favorite person at school. Personally, they can all just drop dead for all I care." He admitted, which was a shocker to his friend.

"Ron, you've changed! You're last person I ever expect to say something like that."

"Look Felix, things change." He simply said. "Even people, let alone those who pretend to be something they're not."

"Is this about what K-"

"Don't ever say her name." He hissed. "It sickens me…" He then sighed in regret. Felix Renton was just one of the few true friends he had and he was nearly treating him like dirt. Besides, he's not the one to blame. He wasn't the one who had a knife ready to stab him in the back for five years… "I'm sorry…it's just…"

"I understand… Ron, try to relax okay! If you keep thinking about the past, you're going to be miserable."

"You're right, but you can learn from it, too! And I already learned not to trust that backstabbing, lying bitch ever aga-" Ron stopped expressing his feelings, or lack thereof, as he saw another arrival.

A girl with wavy, platinum blonde hair quickly ran up to him as she then wrapped her arms around him in a hug. From her blue eyes, tears began to pour down on her face. This caused Ron to sigh. Another person he was hurting because of his departure. In all honesty, he didn't even expect her to show up at all. As much as he had liked her, he knew that it wouldn't have worked out between him and Tara King. She was a cheerleader, and he, despite being the mascot, was a social outcast! The school social hierarchy wouldn't allow it, as pathetic and ridiculous as it was. The hierarchy was another thing that he would not be missing. "Please Ron…do you have to go?" She asked, nearly crying.

"Look Tara, I have to go! To find myself! I can't just keep being the Jocks' favorite punching bag forever." He said in a slightly calm and understanding voice, which then became darker. "And I don't want to end up hurting anyone either."

"If you don't want to hurt anyone, then why are you leaving me?" She asked, all but just about to begin crying. Good question, indeed.

'Nice going, Stoppable! She's the only girl who ever had a crush on you, and you're hurting her by leaving.' He scolded himself mentally. As much as he wanted to stay with her, he knew that it was best that he left. He hardly had an identity here in Middleton, let alone a favorable one. Hopefully in Japan, he would find himself, to find an identity for himself, and most importantly shed off the "sidekick" label that was attached to him for all of those years. He placed his arms around her, hugging her back. It was the least he could do, since he was hurting her by breaking her heart. It was then where brown eyes met blue ones, but they belonged to someone else. He let go of Tara as his eyes slightly narrowed.

'What's she doing here…?' He asked himself mentally, annoyed yet confused as the brunette girl looked at him, with a hint of regret and sadness on her face. While Kim pretended to be his friend, let alone best friend, for all these years, Bonnie Rockwaller was also pretending. She pretended to hate him, because he was with Kim, with his nose so far up her ass that it was difficult to know where she ended and where he began, or so she claimed. While she did appear to be concerned about him, looks could be deceiving. After all, didn't she show some concern for him when he became a millionaire, that is, before he lost it and she started being a bitch to him again? As far as his trust was concerned, Bonnie was on a short leash! The room he had for an untested hover jet to be placed in the bag he was currently carrying was more than the trust he had for her at the moment. But that may change in time. Trust wasn't easily gained, but it was more fragile than glass.

"I…um…I just want to say…Look, this isn't easy for me!" She said, with a mixture of sadness and frustration. Ron didn't break his composure but mentally he rolled his eyes. Was she trying to apologize…again?

'Who said it was supposed to be…' Ron mentally scolded her before he simply said, in an understanding, yet cold voice. "Don't just say it, show it!" Actions speak louder than words, and seeing her actions, the freckled blonde believed that the cheerleader had an ulterior motive being here. His statement was answered as he felt himself being hugged again. 'She's trying to get my trust… Hmph! Nice try Bonnie…'

Speaking of whom, her hands move up to his neck as she then felt a bump in the middle of his neck, causing her to jump back into a cringe. "Eww…do you have some bad acne or something?" She complained.

"You're not exactly winning any popularity contests with Mr. Frosty, if you haven't noticed." Felix scolded, whispering to her so Ron wouldn't hear.

Ron reached back and felt the bump, but it didn't feel like a pimple or any sign of acne, but with a squeeze and a pull, he removed it from his neck, causing both girls to cringe!

"So nasty!" Bonnie declared as Ron looked at the "pimple" he just "popped" from his back. Upon closer inspection, his eyes narrowed.

"You can relax Rockwaller, it's just a tracking device." He assured as he looked around and saw a perfect target. With a strong fix on said target, Ron moved his arm back and threw the tracking device, leaving it to be attacked onto the target: A briefcase of a middle-aged businessman. 'Sorry Wade, but I don't want any visitors, much less uninvited ones.'

"We are now boarding passengers who are seated in First Class! Will the passengers who are seated in First Class on flight 154, non-stop to Japan, please report to aisle D14 at this time! I repeat, will the passengers who are seated in First Class on flight 154, non-stop to Japan, please report to aisle D14 at this time!"

"That's me…" Ron simply said as he clutched onto his bag. "Looks like this is goodbye!"

Felix nodded as he and Ron knocked fists, "Ron, try to look on the bright side!" He insisted. "This whole Ice Man thing isn't working for ya!"

"He's right, Ron!" Tara added. "You were always so carefree… So understanding and sensitive… But now…"

"Things change…" He simply said as he walked over to the entrance to his transportation, his boarding pass in hand to give to the flight attendant at the booth near the door.

"Ron?"

He looked back as he gave a glance to Bonnie which read 'Make it quick, I don't have time to waste!'

"Umm…if you get the chance, could you say hi to Hirotaka for me?" She asked witha tiny bit of nervousness that you'd find from a crushing schoolgirl in her voice.

"We'll see…" was all Ron said as he then turned around, rolling his eyes. Just as he thought, Bonnie had an ulterior motive in coming to see him off. Now the line that he was now in began to shrink down as he was now face to face with the flight attendant at the booth. She was a fairly attractive woman with brown eyes and black hair tied up in a bun. Hehanded her his boarding pass…

She checked the pass before tearing off the small ticket and handing it back to him, with a smile on her face. "Thank you, enjoy your flight!" She chirped.

Ron just nodded as he walked towards the path that would lead him to the plane. The path that would lead him away from Middleton! And most importantly, the path that will take him far away from her! And in all honestly, he wouldn't care if he never saw Kim Possible ever again.

I know that this story has some loose ends, as well as a lot of questions! I'm going to tell you this only once: this is not going to be a K/R story. They may get back together, but as friends, not lovers! Right now, I'm planning on pairing Ron with someone I've never seen paired up with him in a fic! I'll give you a hint: It won't be a slash pairing. I'll give you another hint: It won't be a pedophilia pairing! But here are the things that will happen:

Ron will train at the Yamanouchi School.

Kim will go on Missions alone, as well as make a few changes…

There will be character death!

Anyways, please review! Right now I'm deciding if I should make the next few chapters a recap or have the actions that lead to this explained without a flashback! As of right now, this title is still pending and when I can come up with a better one, it will change.