Allies and Enemies
Summary: A new operative; Numbuh 8 is sent from the Kids Next Door Moon Base to help Sector V. Somehow she knows Numbuh 1, 2 and 4, who else does she know?
NOTES: I recently went back on to fanfiction and noticed that I wrote a chapter for a Kids Next Door fic and never continued it. After re-reading it my obsession for Kids Next Door returned. I have watched a lot but not all episodes so if some facts about some members are wrong please don't hesitate to correct me in reviews and what not. I have not written a fanfic/story in a long time so try and go easy on me. Some of the scenes from my old fanfic will be used in this one. Originally my OC was Numbuh 7 until I realised that there was already a Numbuh 7 from Sector L. I also realised that there is a Numbuh 8A and 8B but why not just plain 8 then I guess? XD
Rated T for abuse, slight violence in future chapters.
WARNING: There will be SPOILERS in future chapters.
I DO NOT OWN CODENAME: KIDS NEXT DOOR. I only own my character Numbuh 8 and any OCs I may (may not) add in the future. TBC.
Chapter 1: Needing to remember, wanting to forget
Lights were flashing, the alarms were blaring, a message alert rang throughout the treehouse of Sector V. "Come on! Let's go Kuki!" exclaimed Numbuh 4 as he grabbed Numbuh 3's hand. Both of them raced towards the briefing room. When they arrived they saw Numbuh 2 and 5 already sitting down and Numbuh 1 holding a message. Numbuh 4 jumped and landed next to Numbuh 2 on the couch while Numbuh 3 took a seat next to Numbuh 5.
"So what's the emergency Numbuh 1?" asked Numbuh 2.
"No emergency Numbuh 2. However, I have some important news for everyone." Numbuh 1 adjusted his sunglasses and cleared his throat. "It seems that Numbuh 274 is sending a new operative from the Moon Base to Sector V. In other words, we have a new team mate."
Chatter started to build up between the other members, when suddenly Numbuh 5 popped up with a question.
"Numbuh 5 hears ya Numbuh 1, so we get a new operative. So who is he?"
"More like she," corrected Numbuh 1. "From the message here, it says that we're getting Numbuh 8 from Sector R. She comes from the coldest areas of Russia. It also shows a history and statistics of Numbuh 8. KND operatives from the Russian KND state that she had helped them in a dangerous mission and had decided to nominate Numbuh 8 to go to the academy to train which led to her joining the KND. Obviously she accepted and in the end..." Numbuh 1 stopped. His eyes widened as he skimmed the next few sentences.
"And in the end? Go on Numbuh 1!" said Numbuh 4 who was actually quite curious to find out more about his future team mate.
"And in the end, after only a week, she took the academy's exam and passed with flying colours. One hundred and ten percent," Numbuh 1 was flabbergasted and dropped the message. The message flew into Numbuh 2's hands and he continued off where Numbuh 1 had stopped.
"Other than that, Numbuh 8 has never failed any of her missions until the most recent one. Two weeks ago, Numbuh 8 suffered from an accident in a successful attempt to save Numbuh 274 fff.. frroommm..." he stuttered.
"Oh, just spit it out already!" shouted Numbuh 4 in his usual impatient manner.
Numbuh 3 snatched the paper out of Numbuh 2's hands and read the last word, "Father!"
"Father!" exclaimed the rest of the team.
"Well that's what it says on the piece of paper!" said Numbuh 3 while hitting the message with the back of her hand.
Numbuh 5 put a hand under her chin, lost in thought. "Numbuh 5 thinks we should welcome the new operative."
"Wait, so the new operative is a girl? Bleagh, why did we have to get a cruddy girl?!" said Numbuh 4 in disgust with a lot of emphasis on the word girl. Numbuh 3 slapped him on the back. "What was that for?" exclaimed Numbuh 4.
"Hmph," Numbuh 3 turned away from Numbuh 4, "It's going to be nice having another girl around, we can play tea party!"
"Well, girl or not, I for one think that Numbuh 5 is right, we should welcome Numbuh 8, so team, let's set up." So for the rest of the day, the members of Sector V decided to set up the tree house for the new operative.
The next day, came sooner than expected. It was early, eight o' clock to be exact, Sector V was already waiting for the arrival of Numbuh 8 at the docking bay. The docking bay was newly built for landing purposes only as Numbuh 2's inventions took up most of the room in the main hangar.
Numbuh 4 yawned, "When in the cruddy hell is she gonna come?!" said Numbuh 4.
"Don't worry, Numbuh 4, Numbuh 274 reassures me that she is always punctual. Numbuh 274 told me that she should be arriving at five minutes past eight," said Numbuh 1.
It was four minutes past eight.
"Look up there!" said Numbuh 2 as he grabbed onto his hat and pointed up to the sky.
The rest of Sector V looked up. A KND plane was flying past the tree house.
In the plane's cockpit sat a red headed girl. "Are ya ready to drop Numbuh 8?" said Numbuh 86 with her infamous Irish accent. A kid who was standing on top of a KND launcher nodded and gave her a thumbs up. "Fire!" shrieked Numbuh 86 as she ordered her fellow operative to pull the trigger.
Suddenly, something shot out of the plane. Smoke billowed in the air. It soon cleared to show that a kid was paragliding downwards, a skateboard was attached to the kid's feet. Gliding down to the direction of the treehouse's docking bay, the kid started spinning, round and round until the skateboard touched down onto the wooden floor.
Numbuh 1 had set an alarm to five minutes past eight and now it was counting down.
Five...
Four...
Red sparks started flying from the skateboard which was skidding on the floor.
Three...
Two...
One...
The operative's skateboard then stopped right in front of Sector V. The operative wore a long sleeved shirt similar to Numbuh 1's, only it was black and had a single red stripe going around the higher torso, matching blood red pants with a black paisley bandana tied to the side, a pair of simple black shoes, a watch, a helmet which had a dark visor and a small backpack.
Numbuh 8, flipped her skateboard up with her foot and caught it with one hand, she used the other hand and saluted Sector V. "Numbuh 8 reporting for duty."
The members of Sector V were shocked by the arrival of Numbuh 8, so shocked that they just stood there, jaws dropped. The first to snap out of it was Numbuh 1, he held his hand out and said, "Welcome to Sector V, Numbuh 8."
"Thank you, sir."
"Numbuh 1 is just fine, no need for formalities Numbuh 8."
Numbuh 8 nodded in response, she looked at the rest of the team. And then suddenly she started to snigger which soon built up to a laugh.
"Hey, what's so funny!" said Numbuh 4 who was confused, pointed to Numbuh 8.
She stopped laughing, "You guys seem the same as always."
"Huh?" said an equally confused Numbuh 2.
Numbuh 8 removed her helmet which revealed a girl's face but instead of having regular coloured hair such as blonde, black or brown, her long flowing hair was white. She looked up, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes.
"It's great to see you guys again, Nigel, Hoagie, Wally," Numbuh 8 looked at three boys.
"Wha?" said Numbuhs 1, 2 and 4. Numbuh 3 and 5 stared. No body seemed to know what was going on.
"You might not remember me with my appearance and fashion change and all but do you recall the name Talia Ustinov?"
"Talia... you mean the Talia from Kindergarten? THAT Talia?" said Numbuh 4.
"Same one," said Numbuh 8 a.k.a. Talia with open arms.
"Talia!" Numbuh 4 roared with happiness as he ran towards her, embracing her into a hug. He let go and looked at her, grinning from ear to ear.
Numbuh 2 walked towards her and gave her a high five, "Heh, hey, long time no see eh Talia?"
"That's Numbuh 8 to you now bub," giving Numbuh 2 a playful punch to the arm. Numbuh 8 then slung her arms around Numbuhs 2 and 4, all three of them smiling. "The it's Numbuh 2 and 4 to you too!" said Numbuh 4 as he pointed towards Numbuh 2 and himself.
"Can somebody PLEASE tell Numbuh 5 what's going on here!" said Numbuh 5, her arms flapped out.
"Well, you see, Numbuh 5, I used to go to the same Kindergarten as Wally, Hoagie and Nigel here, until I moved away that is," explained Numbuh 8.
Numbuh 1 froze. He walked towards Numbuh 2 and 4 and grabbed the two by the ears and pulled them to the side. The two boys cried, feeling the pain on their ears, walking wobbly with Numbuh 1. "We need to talk." said Numbuh 1 while dragging them away to the side.
When they were far enough so that no one else can hear them, Numbuh 1 released the two and whispered, "Who's Talia?"
"You don't remember her?" said Numbuh 2 in shock.
"Quiet!" hissed Numbuh 1" And no... other wise why would I be asking?"
"How can you forget her Numbuh 1?" whispered Numbuh 4 irritably.
"I remember you guys and Numbuh 86... but I don't remember who Talia is!"
"Oh, crud. Numbuh 1, we made a promise to Talia to never forget her! Talia always takes her promises seriously!"
"Well I don't remember her and saying that isn't going to make me feel better is it!" Numbuh 1 was frustrated. He could not remember anything about anyone called Talia.
"Does a girl who had black hair and gave us lunch money when we didn't have any ring a bell?" said Numbuh 2 trying to jog Numbuh 1's memory.
"Umm..." Numbuh 1 thought aloud, "come to think of it, I do kind of remember that..."
"THAT was Talia," said Numbuh 4.
"But she's changed so much! The girl who did all of those things in Kindergarten looks so different. She had black hair for crying out loud!"
Using his head for once Numbuh 4 retorted back at Numbuh 1, "well remember that message we got? It said she had an accident with father, maybe that's why her hair is different!"
Numbuh 1 thought carefully and came to the decision that he would keep an eye on Numbuh 8. The three then walked back to the girls and saw that Numbuh 8 was talking to the other two girls. They were all getting along well.
"What took you guys so long? Everything okay?" asked Numbuh 8, she was curious as to why Numbuh 1 pulled Numbuh 2 and 4 away to the side.
"Hey, Talia," said Numbuh 1 nervously with his weird smile, the one he always used when he was nervous.
"That's Numbuh 8 now!" said Numbuh 8, grinning slightly, she seemed to have not notice his nervousness as she quickly gave him a hug. He was stiff, surprised by her action but then returned the hug so that things wouldn't turn awkward.
"Welcome to Sector V, Numbuh 8," said Numbuh 5 as she put a hand onto Numbuh 8's shoulder.
"Thanks Numbuh 5, it's really an honour to work along side the famous Sector V,"
The six of them entered the tree house.
When they reached the briefing room Numbuhs 2 though 5 quickly rushed through a different door, towards another room. As Numbuh 5 passed Numbuh 1, she whispered just so only Numbuh 1 could hear, "Don't forget the plan! We'll come get you in a minute!" As the door slammed shut, Numbuh 1 jumped as realised that he was alone in the briefing room with Numbuh 8.
Numbuh 8 looked at the closed door then looked at Numbuh 1. Her eye brow was raised.
"Hey, Numbuh 8," said Numbuh 1 as he rubbed his left arm with his right hand, breaking the silence, "um, it's good to see you again... after all these years... and you know..."
"It's great to see you too Nigel, really." She looked at him and gave him a warm smile, not a smirk, nor a grin but a real smile.
Numbuh 1 blushed a little bit but it quickly faded. Guilt filled his mind because he didn't fully remember Talia at all, he knew what he said was a bit of a white lie. But these thoughts stopped as they heard a knock coming from the door that the others went through.
"Let's go in," Numbuh 1 opened the door and then pushed Numbuh 8 in.
"SURPRISE!" Confetti flew down from the ceiling and there was a banner hanging from above saying, "Welcome to Sector V! Numbuh 8!"
"Oh wow, thanks a lot guys... I really don't know what to say," said Numbuh 8, who was happily surprised yet embarrassed at the same time from all the attention she was getting.
"You can thank us later, check out your room girl," said Numbuh 5 who then dragged Numbuh 8 towards another room which had a door marked with a large number 8 which was splattered on. Numbuh 8 gasped. Her room was enormous.
On one side of the rooms were shelves, mostly full of books, magazines and CD cases. To the other side of her room was a desk with the latest KND computers, monitors, gadgets and that wasn't all, there was a staircase which led up to another floor.
"Go check it out," Numbuh 2 gave an encouraging nudge to Numbuh 8. She walked up the stairs and saw another room which slightly smaller than downstairs. It had a large bed with red covers, a desk for planning of two by four technology similarly to Numbuh 2's and the rest of the room was filled with drawers and closets which were waiting to be filled. Other than that there were many windows which was what Numbuh 8 liked.
"How did you guys know what I liked?" Numbuh 8 was stunned. "You should thank Numbuh 274 for that, he told us," said Numbuh 3 while clapping her hands.
Numbuh 8 chuckled a bit, "I should have known."
"Once you're done unpacking Numbuh 8, please report to the briefing room, we will wait for you there so we can debrief you about things you need to know about the tree house, the situation here with the adults and so on," said Numbuh 1.
"Yes, sir!" said Numbuh 7 saluting.
"And that's Numbuh 1 to you, I told you already Numbuh 8, there are no need for formalities here."
She chuckled and answered, "Understood, Numbuh 1."
The rest of the team left the room leaving Numbuh 8 to sort out her things. She let out a sigh. She had just arrived but it already felt like a long day to her. She placed her skateboard and helmet next to the door, she would be using them later and her bag onto her new bed. She started putting them into their new respective places, clothes went into drawers and closets, books went onto her new desk and last but not least she pulled out two photos. The first was a photo of her, Numbuh 274 and Numbuh 60, she had just graduated from the academy at KND Artic Base and the second was a photo of her class in Kindergarten, here, when she still lived in America before moving to Russia. At the back row, you could see miniature versions of Numbuh 1, 2, 4 and herself. She stared at the photos, she had been waiting for this moment of finding her friends, probably her only friends before joining the KND, for God knows how long. She had no luck finding them until about a month ago when she joined the KND. Thanks to Numbuh 274, her first and closest friend in the KND, she was given the permission to check files on the KND super important C.O.D.E.M.O.D.U.L.E. to see if her friends had joined the KND as well.
"Chad," she muttered aloud, a hand touched her hair. Her white hair that she had soon grown accustomed to. She knew that she would have to eventually explain to her new team mates about what happened in the last mission. Her body shook as she thought about the events that happened that day, of what that man, the KND's worst enemy known as Father did to her, what he could have done to her fellow KND operatives. Numbuh 8 closed her eyes and shook her head. She did not want to let negative thoughts fill her mind, being in Sector V and finding her friends was a happy occasion and she wouldn't let someone let alone the thought of Father ruin her mood. Numbuh 8 then placed the two photos on her desk, grabbed her skateboard, helmet and a much lighter backpack then headed back towards the briefing room.