Codename: Kids Next Door
Created by Mr. Warburton
Now Loading: Kids Next Door Mission
Operation: T.W.I.N.S.
Totally
Weird
Identical
New
Siblings
Writing Operative
Ookami no Shinpi
The familiar neighborhood was rather quiet as Numbuh 4 walked down the street to his house. He tried to avoid going home if he could, and his parents usually didn't mind…or didn't notice…But, like they did once in a while every year, Numbuh 4's parents asked him to come home to "tell" him something.
Just like previous years on his birthday, such as today, his parents had asked him to come home to tell him something, ever since he joined the Kids Next Door. However, every time he returned home, they never told him anything he didn't know, and he just ended up celebrating his birthday with his parents.
The only reason he ever went to see his parents was because of his friends back at the KND HQ. They often urged him to go on and see his parents, just in case there was some deep dark secret that could be heard. Numbuh 4 doubted it. The other Kids would then argue that there may be some great present involved, and if not for anything else, he should go get it.
And he always did…after celebrating his birthday with them, of course.
Every year, they said the same thing, and every year, Numbuh 4 would receive some weird present from his parents. But, his parents always seemed to draw his curiosity.
Ever since he was seven years old, his parents had wanted to tell him something on his birthday. But every year, when they tried, they would lose their nerve, and brush it off, saying that it wasn't important. That just made him a little more curious to know what it was.
The interest only seemed to grow when he became an operative of the Kids Next Door. When he joined them, they seemed more urgent than before to tell him their secret. But, as always, they just blew it off when they had the chance. It drove him out of his mind. Like any young boy, he wanted to know what his parents were keeping from him.
He finally reached the house, reaching out and grasping the doorknob. He turned it slowly, making sure that the door was open. When he found it was, he swung it open and entered the house.
As he turned, he discovered his parents sitting on the couch in the living room. Seeming to sense the young boy's presence, they both looked up from the ground.
Numbuh 4 couldn't help but notice the expressions on their faces before they looked up at him. His parents were usually extremely cheerful. In fact, they reminded him a lot of Numbuh 3, except they were just a little too merry for adults.
But the expression on their faces just now……he couldn't explain it.
Their expressions didn't stay that way, however, as he continued to stand there. Their smiles suddenly appeared back on their faces. "Hey Sport," his dad said.
"Happy Birthday, Wally," his mother said.
He just stared at them. "Sure," he finally replied. "Thanks."
His father moved away from his mother, making room for him to sit down.
Numbuh 4 groaned. He never liked sitting in between his parents. It always resulted in him being watched by the both of them.
But maybe that's why they made him sit in the middle.
Walking over, he sat down on the couch, in between his parents, his arms folded across his chest as he leaned back, giving off the impression that he wasn't very happy to be there.
Things were silent for a few moments, long enough to make the young boy believe his parents weren't going to say anything, just like previous years.
He was wrong, however, as his mother suddenly said, "Wallace, we need to talk to you about something."
Slowly, Numbuh 4's arms unfolded, going to his sides, as he looked at his mother. His parents never called him 'Wallace', even though it was his real name. They usually called him 'Wally', or 'Wallabee', since those were his mother's favorite animals. Or his father called him something else. But they never called him 'Wallace.'
Unless they had something really important to talk about.
"Do you remember," Numbuh 4 heard his father say, "what it was like for us back in Australia?"
Numbuh 4 tried to recall. "We're we in some financial trouble?"
"I'm not sure we should tell him just yet," his mother said.
Numbuh 4 rolled his eyes. It was like that every year.
But this year, his father disagreed. "We've been putting it off for far too long. It's time he knew something about it at least." Turning back to his son, he said, "Yeah, we were in some financial trouble. Do you remember what was going on?"
"Ah think you almost had ta put meh up for adoption or somethin'. But then, ya got a job 'ere, and that's when we moved 'ere."
His father nodded. "That's right. That's how bad things were before, that we almost had to give you up to another family, so that you could be well off. But I then got a job transfer here, and I had to take it, in order to take care of you. That's why we moved here. But there's something your mother and I never told you."
Numbuh 4 blinked, looking at his parents. "Whassat, Dad?"
Both his parents looked at the each other, then back at the boy. "Well, Wallabee," his mother said, "what we've wanted to tell you all these years is that…well…you have a twin brother…"
In the silent room, the sound clicking and clacking could be heard. The only thing that was glowing in the dim area was the monitor of a computer, as a young, blond boy was busy typing away, every once in a while looking at the computer screen.
Normally, the boy didn't use a computer. In fact, most of the time, he wasn't by himself. He spent most of his time with his brothers and sisters. They were mostly together, especially in public. It was the few times at when they were home that they ever were apart, and it wasn't very often even there. Only when they needed some private time or when they were going to bed were they apart. That was the way Father wished it, that they were together, and acted as one. Father believed that individualism brought disaster, and if people only cared about themselves, and not for those around them, then the world would fall to ruin. That was what Father taught him and his brother and sisters.
Although, just a few hours ago, he had discovered that, apparently, that wasn't his real Father, and those weren't his real brothers and sisters.
That day, Father had requested to talk to him alone, away from the others. This brought great worry, considering that Father hardly, if ever, asked to see only one of them, instead of all five. But they did as Father asked, and the other four left the room.
It was then that he discovered that he was adopted, and that Father had felt compelled to tell him, since it was his real birthday that day, instead of the day he had celebrated it with the others.
Father had believed he was old enough and mature enough to know that he was adopted, really born in a family in Australia. As Father had told him, his real family was too poor to keep him, and they had to put him up for adoption if he was going to survive.
Father had been on a trip then, when he visited the orphanage, in search of another child, for some reason unknown to the boy, when he came across him. He had adopted him then, and took him back to America.
He had asked if Father knew anything about his real family. Father had replied that the orphanage didn't know much about his family, except that he had a twin brother.
Curious, he had asked Father if it would be alright to search on the computer for where he was born, and who his family was. Father had allowed him to, though preferred he didn't. He also gave him another hint to help him; the family that he belonged to was called Beatles.
For some reason, though the name sounded familiar, he didn't recognize it then, and went off in search to find his real family. He hadn't told his brothers and sisters yet, though he imagined he would have to soon.
But he had spent hours looking through online hospital records. Even though they knew how, he and his brothers and sisters desired not to hack into anything unless needed be. After all, hacking into things wasn't a very nice thing to do, was it?
But this was the only way he was going to find any answers. Indeed, he had a feeling it was better not knowing, but curiosity was getting the better of him.
He had finally found some results in one of the hospitals in the city of Adelaide. Looking through the record of births, he tried to find a list of babies born on that day, eleven years ago.
Because they were in alphabetical order by last name, he was able to find his name fairly close to the top. However, because the first names were also in alphabetical order, he couldn't help but notice the name above his own.
Beatles, Wallace
Beatles, William
Father had said that he had kept his birth name, told to him by the orphanage, who were informed by the parents themselves. So he knew that it had to have been him there. But the name above his, Wallace Beatles……Was…was it possible that…?……Could it be……?
"Brother?" he heard the voices of his brothers and sisters say. Looking up at the door, he saw them standing there, in their usual positions, waiting for him to join them.
"Come, Brother. It is time for us to continue devising a plan to finally defeat those pesky Kids Next Door."
He almost flinched when he heard that, but caught himself before doing so. He looked back at the computer screen.
Beatles, Wallace
Beatles, William
And he shut the PC off then, rising, and walking over to his brothers and sisters.
"Indeed, we shall," he said. "However, there is one thing I would like to do before then, if I may…"
Transmission Interrupted
Okay, I know Numbuh 4's parents have the Aussie accent (his dad does, anyway, I know that), but I was feeling lazy, and I didn't want to have to write all that. Besides, the spelling-out-the-accent thing is a Numbuh 4 thing, and I didn't want to ruin that. Y'all understand, doncha? looks hopeful Doncha?
Oh, yeah, and there won't be much romance in this one. I'll try to fit some wherever I can, but I can assure you that it won't be a lot. However, at the same time as this one, I will be working on another story that's full of romance . In fact, its called "Operation: R.O.M.A.N.C.E.", if you've seen it in my profile. I'll be working on that one as well as this. So ya.
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