A/N: I'm taking time away from my other account. I need to get my ideas together and what better way to do that than a new story. I appreciate reviews and opinions. I don't know how long this story will be. I will keep updating the best I can.

I'm sorry if it's blunt or too short. I haven't written anything in years. So I'm trying to get back into the feel of writing again.
Pretty please review. And enjoy.

Nothing belongs to me.

Numbuh 4 ran into his room from the basement located beneath his father's shed and slammed the door behind him. He was sweating, his eyes were wide, and he was covered in blood fresh from the night. Stunned from regret and bad decision-making, He dropped a bag containing duct tape, a face mask, and several other items he felt he needed to complete the task at hand. Leaning against a wall, he allowed himself to whimper while slowly sliding down to sit, his face now in his knees. He reached up and clutched his hair, slamming the back of his head into the wall. How could he let things get so far? Everything happened too fast! He wasn't ready for any of this!
It was all just an accident!

Flashback:

The doors to Gallagher Elementary burst open with children flying in all directions. In the halls were brightly colored hearts and streamers decorating the walls, doors, and even the ceiling. It was enough pink to make your insides wish they could scream. Everything in sight was adorned with hearts and kissy faces. But who could blame the students? Everybody was so excited about the upcoming Valentines Day Dance at school. Everybody except...

"Hey Numbuh 4!" Numbuh 2 ran to catch up to his shorter friend. "Who are you going to the dance with?" He raised an eyebrow as if he didn't already know. Numbuh 4 replied with a grunt.

"The only way you'd find me at some lovey dovey smoochy party is if I were dead!" he retorted, loathing every idea that came with this topic.
"C'mon! Nows your chance to ask Numbuh 3 out! This weekend would be perfect for you!" Numbuh 2 tried to argue.

"W-what?!" Numbuh 4 nearly shouted, "I'm not asking her to some lame school dance! And who are you giving me ideas for dates, huh? I don't see YOU asking anyone out." He crossed his arms in defense, and slight denial.

Numbuh 5 appeared from behind Hoagie sliding her arm around the wider boy's shoulders, giving Numbuh 4 the same "you-were-saying" expression. Numbuh 4 was quiet.

"Well, Numbuh 5 thinks the sooner you do it, the better." Numbuh 4 looked away from their all-knowing looks of incrimination. Numbuh 5 took his silence as an answer and raised her palms in defense. "Look, all Numbuh 5 is saying is that you can't keep a girl waiting forever." And with that the pair made their way down the sidewalk leaving an emotionally distressed Wally pondering what he should do.

"Cruddy Sheila," he grumbled under his breath, "making my head hurt thinking about my feelings and stuff." He began walking home to "not" think about the stupid school dance. Kicking a rock, his eyes wandered over to the opposite side of the sidewalk, where a glimpse of green stood out among the other faceless figures in his vision. Almost instantly, he could feel the heat build from his stomach to his face. He felt his heart skip a beat at the thought that he was now visibly blushing and quickly turned his head to hide it. Trying his hardest to slip away unnoticed, he couldn't tune out the all too familiar laugh in the distance, which made a genuine smile creep onto his face. His friends were right. This cruddy girl had him head over heels. But how was he just supposed to tell her that? Would she even like him back? There's no way he could tell her what she really does to him, only to find she didn't like him back. So, what if he does ask her to the school dance? She wouldn't take it seriously. He shrugged and decided that the dance was as good a place to start as any. He could learn to trust himself with others in time. He turned to gaze at her once more, but his heart dropped back into his stomach upon looking at her. It wasn't her laughter that was killing him now. No, it was the cool, Hispanic Kid that was causing it.

From the distance Wally could see his rival, Ace, casually talking to Kuki, an action that was making her grin and cover her face with her sleeve. Was she blushing? Wally thought. He stood on the sidewalk, books in hand, face hardening, fist clenching, staring at the two with the same envy and anger he had for years when he'd see them together like this. Flirting.

Kuki waved Ace goodbye and skipped off. Ace remained where he was, watching her leave. Wally never took his eyes of him. Even after Ace had turned to look at him from that distance.

It was over. He was too late. Kuki would never love him now. He'd never get the chance to tell her how he felt without knowing he'd be rejected. She'll never know how much she truly meant to him. And he only has himself to blame

He should have asked her sooner. Now she's going to the cruddy dance with Ace.

He angrily paced his room in the treehouse, feeling more heartbroken than actual anger. He felt like crying! But god forbid someone should walk in on him having a sentimental moment.

'She's going to dance with that bloke! And then kiss him! And then fall in love with him... forever!' He thought to himself. He angrily laughed at himself, at how weak he was being right now. 'This is pathetic!' He thought.

Wallabee Beatles was a mean kid. When people looked at him, they saw the tough exterior they wanted to see, and for that reason, Wally always felt the need to keep up his rude act, never allowing anyone to get close enough to see what's on the inside. It hurt when he did this, but it hurt even more not protecting himself from it. Like all the years he spent being neglected and bullied. All the years he spent wondering why everyone hated him so much. All the years he spent crying himself to sleep feeling the ever-present need to erase the pain away. All the years he spent wondering how. After all these years, he came to one conclusion.

So every day after school, he'd come home and dig through his trash heap to find one of the many small knives hidden around his room. Drawing blood from his forearm relieved so much stress, like all the built up tension and hurt from the day was seamlessly pouring out, emptying all the pain. The only thing he learned from this was that physical pain hurt way less than emotional pain. He was unable to let anyone in. Trusting someone with his heart was handing someone his soul and trusting them not to hurt it, and heaven knows he couldn't handle the pain.

He hated himself, to be honest. He loved her though, but he knew what she wanted. She wanted to be cuddled and smooched and told how much she was loved. But he couldn't. He just couldn't. And he didn't have a reason why. Hell, she probably thinks he despised her, with all her girly features and interests. After all, there had to be a reason why he always shut her out.

And now, she'll never know the truth because she was with another guy.

Wally sat on the floor leaning against the wall letting lonely, bitter tears bleed from his eyes. Maybe it was a good thing. As much as he hated everyone, he couldn't help but feel like his ongoing suffering was good. Maybe Ace really wasn't a bad guy, like he was. He scoffed at that. 'Maybe she'd be happier with him.' He thought, looking around at the train wreck that was his room, his life. 'Maybe he's just better than me.' He looked down at his wounds, both past and present. He sighed as he tucked his face into his knees. 'He would never get angry at her like I would, and he'd never treat her favorite thing in the world like it was a disease.' He really did hate himself.

And this is how most days would end.

After school the next day, Kuki had boasted to everybody about her new bracelet, and how excited she was to have a date. It was a gift from Ace to let everyone know she was his. Which in retrospect, didn't make too much sense, as Kuki's wrist was seldom ever seen. Though that didn't matter. There was a select few people in the school who knew who it was really speaking to.

Hoagie stood on one leg leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed watching Kuki"s oblivious antics. Wally was beside him, but kept his back turned to her as he emptied his things from his locker into his book bag in an agitated manner. All day, everyone was talking about Kuki and Ace, and he so badly wished that he could have a break, go to the bathroom, just leave. He ignored Hoagie's sympathetic look and turned to leave school. Hoagie let out a sigh and turned back to Kuki, disappointed in them both.

WHAM! Wally's fist came into contact with Ace's cheek, causing him to stumble back. The Kid wiped the blood forming on his mouth onto the sleeve of his jacket, looking at it annoyed. Wally spent hours trying to hunt the Kid down, to make him hurt the way he was hurting. It took longer than expected but he finally found him. Insults were thrown and when the short fused boy had enough, their fists were next. It was sun down now and even though they've been fighting for several minutes, Ace could tell he was already losing. Angrily, he ducked under the raging blonde hoping to get him off his feet. That was a bad decision. Wally, being closer to the ground and dangerously skilled in hand-to-hand combat, was surprisingly much heavier than he looked, which made the Kid tense up knowing what was about to happen.

On impulse, Wally brought his knee up so hard, you could hear the air forcefully leaving the Kid's chest. He smiled, thinking of the perfect way to finish this fight. He didn't have to think long though. He circled around the bruised Kid to sit on his back. Grabbing a fistful of what little blonde hair Ace had, he repeatedly slammed his face into the dirt until he was sure this Kid was out cold. He stood, brushing his hands off as he smiled down at his work. Now he can't go to the dance with Kuki! Not with that busted up face! He laughed at his victory and began walking away from the scene when he suddenly stopped mid step.

He turned his head to look in the direction of Ace's house. A thought slowly creeped into his mind which made his smile grow into a wicked grin.

The doors to Ace's one of a kind, brand new model vehicle were locked, but Numbuh 4 was notorious for car jacking, as well as various other skills required for a criminal mastermind. He was no criminal though. It was just another act of revenge for taking the only chance he had to be with the girl of his dreams. Besides, without this model, Ace would have nothing to compete with in this year's annual Engineering Challenge in a few weeks. Hoagie would definitely win now! That's two birds with one stone! And he'd do anything to help a friend.

Wally sat in the clean, dark leather driver's seat, rolling his eyes and chuckling at the inventor's lack of theft protection. You'd think by now they'd start installing doors that can't be unlocked with a wire coat hanger. He leaned in to strip a few wires from the box beneath the steering wheel and tying them together, causing the car to crank up. Wally let out a devilish laugh as he put the car in 'drive'.

Wally drove out of the drive way and into the road. He wasn't stealing it. He planned on giving it back... after some time? He gave a sigh and tried to take his mind off of everything. He wanted to focus on what was happening now, and he liked what was happening now. He let the windows down so the wind would breeze through his slightly sweaty hair cooling him down and making him feel so free. Not like the other times he commits misdemeanors, and miscellaneous other crimes. His heart was beating at an exciting pace; he's never felt so carefree. He felt true bliss as he turned onto block he left Ace. He had just pounded his rival's face into the ground, stolen his car, and now he was on his way to set fire to his workshop. Numbuh 4's final act of vengeance. Then there'd be no way to upgrade, or even build, new inventions. If tonight doesn't make Ace want to reconsider his date with Kuki, there was always tomorrow. He smiled to himself as he thought of seeing Ace's face when he tells him his plan. Nothing could ruin this night.

That is, until Wally saw Ace jumping into the street in front of him. Ace saw his model being driven towards him, with no doubt in his mind as to who was driving it. So he tried to stop Numbuh 4 before he could get past. Unfortunately, Wally didn't see him until he was several yards in front of him.

In a screaming panic, Wally slammed his foot on the brakes, which took extra effort considering his legs were too short for the vehicle. He squeezed the steering wheel in his tight fists and closed his eyes as hard as he could while the car collided with the limping person. Wally could hear the sound of a body ricochetting off of the hood as the car came to a stop. He held his statue pose, shaking timidly, in what was now dead silence.

After a moment spent processing what happened, he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was a rather large dent in the hood with little spots of blood trailing down towards the headlights. The wind shield wasn't broken, and neither was the headlights, but something inside Wally was. Shakily, he released his death grip on the wheel and pushed the gear into 'park'.

The headlights were beaming through the gusts of dirt caused by the tires as the door to the car clicked open. Quietly, Wally stepped towards the light in hopes to see Ace laying there in front of the car in one piece, harmlessly knocked out cold from simply hitting the hood too hard. Instead, his eyes were met with the grim sight of cold cement stained with the blood of a motionless young boy.