A/N: WHOO HOO! ED-I-TING! So… yeah, I decided to re-watch a few key KND episodes and try and fix Wally and Abby's way of speech. So bear with me, I shall be updating and editing at the same time. If I suddenly get behind on the updating part (which, of course is most important), please feel free to badger and nag me until you are satisfied. ;P

Kuki: Can we bug you too?

Me: No.

Wally: Hey, if she gets ta bug ya, woy not meh?

Me: You guys aren't reviewers.

Hoagie: You don't know that.

Me: Is this what you all plan on doing for the rest of the fanfiction? Irritate me? You all are characters.

Abby: Where'd ya'll go?

Kuki: We came over here to bug Pen!

Abby: She's writing this story. Do ya'll really want to bug her?

Me: Thank you Abby!

Abby: Just let the reviewers do that. She'll lose her hair in a week.

Me: **pouts** But I like my reviewers.

Codename Kids Next Door: Operation U.N.I.T.E.

Unprepared

Night

Introduces

Teens

Exclusively

Chapter 1
Kuki

"Kids Next Door! Battle Stations!" The bald kid in the red sweater shouted from the air before firing a gun full of gumballs. A… G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The team that the bald kid called the "Kids Next Door" ran forward, each helping each other avoid blows and land attacks on a group of neatly dressed children in a giant robot. After a series of shots and punches a group of kids all stuck together fell to the ground, their latest robot in smithereens around them.

"Great job team," said the one in the red sweater.

"Can we 'ave some of the cake now, Numbuh 1?" A boy in an orange hoody walked up, his Australian accent clearly defined.

"Of course Numbuh 4. Right after we take it to moon base for everyone to have." Suddenly there was a loud creaking and a pillar that held up what was left of the ceiling came down right on top of the cake, sending frosting everywhere.

"Mm, blurpleberry!" The girl in the oversized green sweatshirt giggled. The kid called Numbuh 4 kicked the ground.

Aw, crud! Nevah moind!"

Suddenly what was left of the roof started coming down on top of them.

"Numbuh 5 suggests we get our butts out of here, ya'll!" a dark girl in a red hat shouted. Another bit of the roof collapsed as the kids all ran to the C.O.O.L.B.U.S. and took off. Numbuh 4 looked out longingly at where the Delightful Children from Down the Lane's 2nd mansion used to be.

"Awe, cheer up Numbuh 4," said the girl in green. "We'll get the cake next year."

"Yeh, Ah guess." The girl in green placed a hand on the shorter kid's shoulder. Shivers. Why are there shivers? And warmth… wait, what is this? Am I dreaming again?

"Kuki! Wake up!"

17 year old Kuki Sanban sat up in her bed, sweat trickling down the side of her forehead. Her younger sister Mushi stood in the doorway with her arms folded.

"Mom says to get up. It's your last first day of school."

"Oh… um right. Thanks Mushi."

Mushi rolled her eyes. "Whatever," was her word before the younger girl left and closed the door, leaving her older sister back in darkness. Kuki yawned and went over to the curtains draped carelessly over her window. She pulled them apart and squinted as the sunlight poured in.

Just another day. But that dream… it seemed so… real.

Kuki quickly dressed in her usual green sweater and black pants. However curiously girly and upbeat was her personality, green and black had always been her favorite wardrobe colors. She decided to pull her hair up in a ponytail, letting her bangs hang alone in front of her face.

As a teenager, she was accordingly never fully awake until lunch, but after taking a glance at her clock, her eyes widened and she quickly ran down the stairs. I'm going to be late! I'm going to be late!

She ran down the stairs and past her mother in the office. "Don't run!"

"Sorry Mom! See you later!"

"Your Mother Told You Not To Run!" her father yelled as she passed him, but Kuki didn't slow down. Instead she barreled as fast as her legs could take her and went straight for the car parked on the side of the road where a boy with reddish-orange hair and yellow highlights, dressed in a varsity jacket was waiting for her.

"You're late," he said calmly behind his sunglasses. Kuki leant over and pecked him on the cheek.

"Nice to see you too."

"Sleep in?"

"Sorry."

"Sure," he replied and then got the convertible into gear. Kuki sat back and regained her breath, allowing her boyfriend to do all the worrying about time.

"I've got football practice after school, so you'll have to find another ride," he said plainly, not taking his eyes from the road.

"Today? But Ace, it's the first day of school," she complained.

"Sorry, but coach is really working us hard this year. You're usually fine with getting another ride." He pulled into the school parking lot and half-mindedly continued the conversation while looking for a space.

"Yeah, but it's the first day of our senior year. It just doesn't seem right," Kuki argued. Ace pulled into a parking space and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I'm sorry," he apologized before getting out of the car. I'm sorry too, Kuki thought sourly and got out of the car as well. Walking up to the school doors, Kuki was too frustrated to notice the blonde boy watching from under his bangs.