Hello viewers of Fanfiction and welcome to yet another- well…fanfiction of the amazing cartoon Codename Kids Next Door. If you haven't watched this show as a kid you have no childhood. Just kidding, either your too young to have or maybe just were a Disney kid. Doesn't matter either way.
It was my literal favorite show as a kid, I remember acting as number six when I watched it so as a revamping of my writing career I decided to kick it off with KND and putting my own little twist to the show.
Hope you enjoy especially my matured writing style (I did a lot of 'Fanfictioning' as a preteen so let's see where my skill is now) and let's jump into it.
Chapter 1 - The Test
It was a dreary day with the skies above the sector V tree house overcast with dark clouds and rain. Number one stood on a balcony that overlooked his neighborhood playground as he rubbed his naked head.
He adjusted his sunglasses and looked at the sky not bothered by the rain crashing down upon him. Number five and three watched him from inside as they read magazines and shook their heads at Nigel.
"He's probably thinking of a way to stop it from raining so kids could play on the playground." Kuki proposed the theory to Number five but she shrugged it off as she shuffled through the pages.
Number one came off the balcony and walked inside after getting a little wet with his signature serious face on he only dawned on during serious missions and excursions. Number five has seen the expression on many different occasions but she wonders why he's dawn the mask this time.
He walked over to the emergency computer that sends missions to the KND operatives, adjusted his sunglasses and crossed his arms. He didn't even sit down. He simply stared at the screen as if waiting for an explanation for a serious problem right that instant.
Number five looked at him from the corner of her eye and sighed. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him but she soon submitted throwing her magazine up into the air and crossing her legs towards Nigel.
"Alright, what's wrong?" Number five reluctantly asked.
Number one looked over to her and shook his head, threw himself into the chair at the computer continuing to stare at it rather than give her eye contact.
"Adult activity is…non-existent. We haven't heard from Stickybeard…Father or even Tolietnator in a month." Number one said in an annoyed tone as if he was ungrateful that Tolietnator wasn't around.
"And playground rates are up, candy distribution is at all-time highs and kids are generally happier. What exactly is your argument here Number one?" Number three commented.
Number one sighed and turned his chair to face them. He placed his head upon his balled fist. "What have they been doing for a month that we don't know about? What are they doing now?"
"Maybe it's because we captured Mr. Boss…I'd think twice about attacking if he got caught." Number five chuckled at the thought of an imprisoned Mr. Boss. "Old fool is probably up in moon base shackled down from head to toe. He must be miserable."
Number one took some time to think about the proposition Number five brought up. Maybe she is right, one of the biggest names in adulthood and they caught him. It would cause the adults to think twice about attacking without a plan.
Number five is right though, Mr. Boss was being held at moon base in some cell shackled from head to toe. After the mission to stop the boss from selling over-priced ice cream that was apparently good for you the KND thwarted his plan with a coordinated effort of the sectors in the area, Mr. Boss and a few other lackey adults were captured.
After that, a month and a few days of adult silence came and it seemed like an overall win for the Kids Next Door.
But Nigel was not buying whatever the adults, apparently, were selling. He continued to stare at the screen waiting, or possibly longing, for a mission that could've broke the unbearable silence the adults were putting up.
A few minutes passed but their positions didn't change. Number five and three were still reading their magazines, Number one was still staring at the screen and occasionally sent messages to moon base asking for updates around the globe and Number four and two were off on a recon mission Number one ordered this morning.
Suddenly a bang was heard on the balcony Nigel was standing upon a few minutes ago. A smoke grenade made the bang and it impaired their vision to see outside so they armed themselves pulling out their M.U.S.K.E.T.S. from the sofa cushions and Nigel's pocket.
Out stepped the former operatives Cree, Chad and Maurice followed by a few teenagers clad in ninja armor but, oddly enough, their hands were raised in a submissive stance.
"Maurice?!" Number five cried out in fake displeasure towards the boy's presence. "I'll-"
"We're not here to fight…we're here to talk." Maurice explains.
Cree steps forward but Number five pointed the mustard pistol to her face. With not much sign of backing off, Number five says in a whisper "Don't…make me do it sis…" in an almost pleading tone.
Cree sighs and pressed a button on her wrist. Her armor makes sounds and recedes all over her body showing her clothing, body and curves she's grown over her years of puberty.
Number five was too confused and she took a step back as the teenagers behind her did the same. Chad had a stern but obviously sad face on trying to hide it by shifting his attention all across the room.
Cree didn't hide it or possibly she couldn't. She stood there with a sullen expression plastered over her face as if she's made a terrible mistake.
"Why are you here?" Number one interrogated.
"Look, chill out-" Chad said before Number three interrupted him.
"No, explain why you're here now!" Number three said trying to exhibit some sternness with her soft tone of voice.
"Listen you little-"
"Chad…" Cree said cutting over Chad's potential list of insults. "Look," she sighed as she sat on the edge of the sofa's armrest. Her guard down, she looked over to Number one.
"Things- things are going on that we don't understand. We get it, you hate us and…we…we hate you." Cree seemed to push the words out of her mouth. It was the status quo after all. "But we're not sure what's going on any more. After you guys captured Mr. Boss the adults have done more than just went radio silent for you. They've done a lot to hurt the pockets of us teens."
Hurting the pockets of the teens is like hurting the economy of a nation. Weirdly enough, growing up you enter these three realities of existence for yourself. Child or kid, teenager and adult and every time you progress the ladder it is as if you're entering a new world with different rules and economies.
Kid's 'currency' is candy and trading cards, Teen's currency is popularity and their allowances and Adults have money, prestige and power. It's an intriguing system as you grow through it all.
But the teenagers and adults were allies only due to the fact the adults supplied them with allowance that gave them the opportunity to buy cars, phones, luxuries of life that even sympathizing with the KND could lose them.
"Unfortunately," Cree said to move the topic along. "The Adults blame us for Mr. Boss' capture. We were tasked with assisting him by herding you brats to his ice cream shops to buy that stupid ice cream but…we didn't." Cree chuckled. "First time we stood up to Father. We didn't feel like doing his stupid bidding anymore and just said…no. He obviously wasn't happy and now we're here…our economy starving…teens aren't going on dates, have to walk to school- it sucks."
"And you want us to care?" Number one remarked annoyingly. "How do we know you're not going to pin us down and give us all swirlies right now?"
"Look brat," Chad spoke up. "We're not here for your sympathies and in all honesty most of us think this is a waste of time. We're here to say we think Father is up to something, something bigger than all of us."
"Why should we believe you? I mean your economy is suffering, would get it right back on track by bringing in Number one and us for an exchange huh?" Number five accused.
"No, look we're not here to fight or deceive. We're here because we're tired of fighting. Who the hell cares about this war between kid, teen and adult anymore?" Maurice chimed in throwing up his arms at the absurdity of it all.
"Adults want to make kid's lives miserable, kids indirectly make our lives harder, and what do you think? Adults don't do the same crap to us what they do to you? We have to go to school, pay attention, and get good grades and all for what? So we can just be better adults…following the status quo is all adults want us to do and who isn't sick of it?"
Number one huffed an annoyed breath and pushed Maurice back poking him in the chest to intimidate him. Number five wanted to protest but she was not about to potentially blow his cover over her petty feelings for him. She kept her annoyance to herself.
"Look buddy, I don't care. Many operatives have fought against you adult sympathizers. Beat us up for lunch money, endless swirlies and now you have the guts to come into my base to do what? Vent? Get out of my base."
Maurice looked over to Number five hiding his concern with a scowl. He pressed a button on his wrist and became clad in the teenager ninja armor as the teenagers and Chad followed suit.
"You'll regret this." Chad growled and they backed out of the room all falling from the balcony, activating jetpacks on their back and feet then flying off.
Cree however continued her gaze at the ground for a few more seconds before she got up. She sighed as Number one remarked a "You too Cree". She pressed the same button on her wrist and became clad with the armor and looked over to Nigel, then to her little sister.
"You know…I had to be a kid before I could become an adult. I'm more you than I am them."
"Get out…" Nigel growled crossing his arms and turning his back on Cree. She continued.
"Even then it doesn't matter; we're all the same just…going through different things at the same time. We were all kids once, we were all teens once. We're all going to be adults one day too-"
"I said get out." Nigel hissed firing the pistol and almost hitting Cree in the head if she hadn't ducked.
"Number one what the heck?!" Number three screamed.
"Abby," Cree called for her little sister's attention. "Don't forget…you're the oldest…you're the closest to being one of us. Don't…don't forget these years. No matter how much they want you to forget."
Cree stepped on the balcony and jumped off waiting until she was low to the ground to fire off her jets and blast off into some unknown direction. Number five ran out onto the balcony to watch her sister fly off as Number one resumed his post at the computer.
He was angry with every word they said but Number three at least wanted to hear them out. Number one on the, other hand, wanted to blast all of their heads off at first sight.
Number three looked over to Number one staring at him for an explanation but he outright ignored her persistence. She soon gave up and walked over to the kitchen, filled a cup of water and threw it at Nigel to get his attention.
"What?!" He shouted.
"Oh I don't know…maybe you could've given them a chance to speak rather than kicked them out of the base? Even Number five was willing to hear them out but you went hot-head for what reason now?!" Number three threw up her arms in discontent.
"It was a trap Number three, isn't it obvious? We put our guards down; they capture us and use us as a bargaining chip. You didn't see it but I did."
"I don't think my sister was lying," Number five stated as she walked back inside, folding her arms and sighing. "I would have known."
"Oh yeah, how?"
Number five was in a bind, she could possibly help Maurice with whatever his plan was if she just explained to Number one but that would get his cover blown.
But it's true, if the teens were really up to something that would have gotten them captured, and Maurice was that close to it, why wouldn't he have informed Number five? What's even more confusing is why didn't he say anything at all?
Maurice could have contacted Number five and told her what was going on but he didn't. Maybe his cover was already blown? Even then he would have told Number five and went into hiding.
These thoughts ran through Number five's head. Her worry grew every second and every other second she wanted to get into one of their ships and find Maurice to have him explain what's going on. Her biggest concern was what her sister's composure was. She's never seen her in such a depressed state. She seemed defeated, like she let everyone down.
"I know my sister," Number five explained. "If she wanted to capture us she would've come in here guns blazing. She isn't a sly fox she's a wolf that'll tear you to shreds. She's not sly and deceptive, she's forceful to get what she wants."
"C'mon guys, you really think the teenagers wanted to talk to us? They're probably surrounding the base as we speak. I'm going to run a security scan." Obviously discontent with the thought of collaborating with teens Nigel ended the discussion typing away at the computer to run the security scan.
Number three turned her attention to Number five, her expression sought after answers that Number five didn't have. She shrugged to the list of questions Number three hadn't even spoken out loud.
Not a second later a thump was heard in the hangar area, a few engines noises were made and two doors were shut close. Number two and four were back.
They pushed past the hangar's door, Number four with his hands behind his head and Number two chugging a root beer.
"Hey guys, nothing to report. We even flew by Father's house and didn't get shot at, crazy huh?" Number two chuckled.
Number one came out of his seat and pushed past them stomping to his room and slamming his door close.
"What's up with him?" Number four asked.
"Yeah, you know I have a weather-mic-changer behind my bed. Could've have just used that if he was that annoyed with the rain." Number two added pointing to his room.
"No- wait we have one of those?" Number three quipped.
"Number three…look, my sister and other teens came to the base a few minutes ago trying to talk. Number one got angry and told them to leave but they said Father's up to something."
Right then, the computer behind them buzzed and lit up. Number five jumped into the chair and started typing away on the keys to decode the encoded message straight from moon base.
"Oh no," Number five said. "Guys we have to go now."
Number five ran off to Number one's room and knocked on his door. "Moon base! Father's fleet is at the moon base!"
Nigel flung his door open and ran out shouting orders to suit up. They got their weapons and space suits, threw them over their shoulders and jumped into Number two's 'space worthy' flying bus.
After takeoff and the jokes of the bus taking the likeness of the magic school bus were set aside they broke through the atmosphere rocketing towards the moon.
Father's fleet encircled the moon base as the KND fleet tried to fight them off. Lasers and missiles flew around in a wild display of chaotic beauty. Explosions rocked ships and blew kids and adults alike around in their ships.
"Everyone get on a turret!" Number one ordered as he stood next to Number two piloting the haphazard spaceship.
Number three, four and five jumped into the laser turrets on the sides and back of the spaceship and fired wildly at passing by adult fighters.
"Faster Number two!" Number one ordered.
"I'm trying! The fighters are faster than usual! I can't shake them off, go faster and keep steady for the gunners!"
"You're doing good, just keep it up!" Number one tried to keep the situation nominal but a few adult fighters buzzed passed the ship at break neck speeds and turned on their spacecraft faster than Number two has ever encountered before.
"What the- they're fast! Way too fast!"
"The hangar is right there Number two, stay on target!"
The fighters took advantage of their lack of maneuvering as Number two slowed down and kept the craft steady for landing and fired a quick burst from their lasers but Number two expected as much and quickly maneuvered to avoid their fire.
"Shoot them down for crud sake!" Number two shouted at Number four firing the turret from behind.
"I can't!" The adult craft did fancy maneuvers to avoid Number four's lasers and they were working all too well. Another two fighters buzzed the craft and got on their six making Number four's job impossible.
"There's too many of them!" He shouted.
"We're okay! We made it!" Number two said mere meters away from the hangar bay.
"It's too late!" Number four abandoned his turret position as one of the fighters finally got the shot he wanted. The fighter fired a burst right through the turret's window.
The back of the craft exploded and threw it off course as well but it only got worst. The explosion only lasted a second as the vacuum of space became apparent. Number four hung on for dear life as the cold of space grasped at his body. He held his breath with one hand over his mouth and held one of the school bus seats with the other.
Number one struggled to hang on for his own safety but risked it nonetheless to give Number four a helping hand. He secured his two feet on a chair and reached out for Number four's hand.
Number five shouted for Number two to land the craft and he could only shout back that he was trying his best. Finally, bring their course back to the correct heading they were quickly about to land – or crash land, into the hangar.
"Number one!" Number four shouted as his situation continued to look bleak.
Their fingers were a mere inch away until Number two shouted. "Hang on!"
Their ship came crashing down into the hangar, oil and gas from the engine spilled out and, along with the sparks the craft was making from its 'landing' lit the flammable fuels as well. From the thump of hitting the hangar ground it jutted Number four's grasp on the chair and flung him out the back opening of the craft badly smacking his head on exit as Number three screamed trying to quickly grab him.
Kids jumped and dived out of the way as Number two struggled not to hit anyone and desperately trying to slow down. He almost struck a kid but swerved crashing into a few spacecraft that were refueling.
They finally stopped but the crash disorientated them for a moment. Nigel had hit his head impairing his vision and hearing for a few seconds. He held his head as he watched Number five push Number four and three out the craft. He barely heard as she shouted "I got him, I got him, just go!" then tightly grabbed his back collar and dragged him out of the craft as it became engulfed in flames.
Number one blacked out for a few seconds as Number five finally dragged him out of the compromised craft. She held him and threw his glasses off observing if he had any wounds. He was still shell shocked as he tried to get a grip on the world. He looked up at Number five as she frantically gave orders to scrambling kids shouting for medics and fire personnel.
"Number five! Number four he's-"
"Go get him! Go, just go!"
"Ah geez," Number two said holding his head panicking as he paced around behind Number five feeling it was his fault entirely. "I- I- I- ah man!"
"Number two! Get a hold of yourself!" Number five shouted.
Still shell shocked Number one held onto Number five's shirt collar struggling to get some words out as, in the background, the ship exploded.
Number five laid on top of Nigel, it only added to his shell shock. Number 362 ran in with a few medics behind her shouting Number one's name.
"What happened?!" She shouted to no one in particular.
"I- I- I- I thought- oh geez, I thought I had it b-but they were too fast-"
"Calm down! Go help Number three!" Number 362 looked down to Number 1 and helped Number 5 pick him up as explosions behind him rocked the hangar ground.
"You, you, and you," she screamed pointing out soldiers awe struck at the explosions. "Cover us!"
The adults were firing rockets at the shields of the hangar. The hangar doors slowly closed as the fire power of the adults were too immense for the shields. When the blast doors closed the sounds of explosions only continued.
The hangar still rocked as Sector V safely left to find a medical bay. A high ranking kid came through the doors with kid infantry following him with laser rifles.
"Get to cover! If they want to get in I hope they're ready for what's inside!" He readied his weapon as well as the kids threw on their space helmets and jumped into their space suits.
The adults finally blew into the door and ships landed inside dropping off squadrons of adult ice cream troopers with ice cream rifles. They activated their magnets on their boots and fired at the advancing adults. With their only advantage being their 'entrenched' positions, they were holding out, but not for long.
Adults ran ahead, threw ice cream grenades coating kids in the disgusting pure carrot ice cream. It was sticky and held them down in the large clump and the only way out was to eat it which was not a viable option for the kids.
The high ranking kid whispered under his breath as he fought through the carnage "What do they want so badly at moon base- oh no…" he finally caught onto the adults intentions "We hold them here kids! Fight!"
They ran down long corridors and high flights of stairs to get to the main medical bay guarded with a few kids. Medics ran around giving treatment to wounded kids with bruises and low blood sugar levels.
They threw Number one down on a bed and Number three and two ran in behind them and threw Number four down on a bed.
"Number four! Are you okay?!" Number three screamed as Number four smiled trying to calm her down while a few trickles of blood ran down his forehead.
"Course I'm…fine Kuki. I'm always good you know that." Number four lied as Number three cleaned the blood and wound.
Number two was still pacing around beating himself up inside. He posted his back on a wall and slid down it holding his head and crying. He shouted out in a dramatic, pleading tone.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Number 86 ran in with a few injured of her own and saw Number one and four wounded. She sighed deeply as she was exhausted from assisting wounded kids back to medical rooms and fighting off advancing adults.
She sat down on the ground next to Nigel's bed as Number 362 knelt down to her. She spoke in a defeated tone "There's so many of them. They have control of the hangar."
The high ranking kid who was holding the hangar ran inside the medical bay with more wounded and fell to 362's feet.
"They're here to rescue Mr. Boss! They're even firing his ice cream!"
"How far are they?" 86 asked.
"They took the main hangar, I don't know about the others but I know they're going to the prison block. I can get-"
"No," 362 interrupted. "Let them take him. We've lost too much already. Even if they turned and left right now without Mr. Boss they already did a stupidly large amount of damage to the base. They've won, give them what they want."
"What?! Commander, I can have a battalion up there to give a few lasers blasts to the butt before you can say Suzy! Let me-"
"I said no." 362 dismissed 86's patriotism. "No more…just…no more."
Another group of kids ran inside holding an operative bleeding from the stomach. He was crying but not making much noise comparatively from his injury.
"He's bleeding! Someone help him! Please I think he's going to die!"
The medics rushed to the boy and held down on the wound to stop the bleeding. Number 362 and 86 ran to see the boy. There was a substantial amount of blood on the boy's shirt. One of the medics turned around vomited on the floor from the trauma she was getting from all of this.
A few minutes later, thankfully, they figured out how to stop the bleeding and the boy became stable enough to at least speak.
Number one got up from his bed to see the boy just in time. Number one was extremely shocked but angered to no end. He jumped out of the bed and threw off all the attachments the medics put onto him and began to walk out the door.
"Number one, where are you going?!" 362 shouted in protest but Nigel didn't respond. He pointed for the few guards watching over the medical bay to follow him and follow him they did.
Father and his adult ice cream troopers slowly advanced into the prison block with little defense from the KND operatives desperately trying to call for backup and put up a fight. But it didn't take long for their defense to collapse before Father. He pulled a long breath from his pipe as he looked at the imprisoned Mr. Boss and chuckled to himself.
"You look ridiculous." He said with his hands behind his back.
"Yes…now you've come to rescue me or paint a picture? Come on let me out." Mr. Boss said banging on the shield door that imprisoned him.
Father didn't respond, he looked over his shoulder to one of the troopers and nodded. The troopers walked up and shot the mechanism keeping the shields up and out walked Mr. Boss.
"Quite a force you brought to free me." Mr. Boss cackled.
"Yes…we have…business to attend to Mr. Boss, lots of business to attend too indeed."
Father and Mr. Boss walked back to their boarding ship without much dilemma and from the boarding ship they flew back to Father's ship in the center of their fleet.
The adult spacecraft fighters returned to their mother-ships and all ships formed up on Father's ship. It was a huge circular ship that looked like a large pancake in structure with four engines on the sides for propulsion.
Number one new the ship well and with his rag tag team of kids and bazookas they suited up in space gear and jumped out of the tree house.
Hitting the ground of the moon they hopped a few meters before Number one told them to hold and set up their weapons to fire.
"Hold!" He shouted, staring at Father's flagship. His theory was Father's ship had to lower its shields to fire its engines, so, if he waited for the right moment they could hit him when his shields were down.
"Hold…wait for my signal."
Father's engines were powering up and he and his ships would be long gone if Number one was off even by a few seconds.
"He's going to get away!" One of the female operatives with Number one shouted.
"Hold…"
The engines were getting brighter and brighter and the energy emitted from the boosters started to become visible. Nigel took his chance.
"Fire!"
The fifteen kids with him fired their entire arsenal and then some. Rockets fired quickly closing the distance between them and Father's engine but Number one's rocket was fired for the command bridge where Father had to be.
The kids stood there watching the rockets close in but to their dismay Father's shields were up while his boosters fired.
"What…?" Number one said in a whisper.
"H-how, I didn't know you could do that!" One of the operatives shouted.
Now, with no serious damage done, Mr. Boss liberated and Father's true depravity showing, Nigel stood there hollow. They gained nothing from this and lost so much more.
Well you win some and you lose some, or you just lose. That stuff is entirely possible too. Have a good one everybody.
