Will You Be My Valentine?
A/N: Hi people. This is gonna be my first one-shot. That DOES mean like, one chapter, right? Yeah. You know, now that I think about it, maybe it shouldn't be a one-shot. Hmmmmmmm..... Well, now that you think about it, I don't know much of the slang in Fanfic. What does yaoi or lime mean? Can anybody answer me? No? Fine. Well, I guess I should start on my story, right? Yeah probably. Well, let's start with the story. Well, let's start with MY story.
Author: Meh34
Title: Will You Be My Valentine?
Rating: PG (may go up later)
Info: A poem that Numbuh Four wrote to Numbuh Three on Valentine's Day, which just happens to be her 13th birthday.
Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, DO NOT own Kids Next Door. How could I do that? It belongs to Mr. Warburton. A much better, better person than I am. Why is he such a better person that me? Because HE is the creator of Kids Next Door. Not me. HIM. You got that? Good.
It was Valentine's Day, a day when Kuki was usually happy. But today was different. The living room floor was covered in wet tissues and tears. They belonged to Kuki. She was usually happy on Valentine's Day, mainly because it was a day of LOVE and it was also her birthday. Of course, this was her 13th birthday. And everybody knew what that meant. No more Numbuh Three.
But the only kids in the treehouse were Numbuh Three and Numbuh Four. The other members were already decommissioned. The treehouse felt so empty without the constant talking Numbuh One and Numbuh Sixty-Five Point Three. He would always beg for missions but that was empty for now.
And there was always something about a new invention that Numbuh Two made that obviously meant that Numbuh Four had to test it. Sometimes, Numbuh Four thought he only did that to bother him, because most of the inventions were just junk. But at least they were better than the clam cannon Numbuh Four had made about three years ago. And every night, when Numbuh Four was awake, he would here the raspy voice of Numbuh Five; usually complaining about how much soda she had drank.
No replacement operatives were in the treehouse yet, mainly because Numbuh Eighty-Six had a crush on Numbuh Four. But what would happen when Numbuh Four was gone? Would there just be snot-nosed kids hanging out at the treehouse, watching TV all night and defeating the many foes the former kids in Sector V faced? Would the house be empty?
All of these thoughts rushed into his head until they walked outside for school. The school was right down the lane; it was right next to the Delightful Children's mansion. Numbuh Four lugged his and Kuki's backpacks, a little gift for her. They held hands for a while, which meant until they went to the school. His hand flew right out of her's because there were so many occasions where he had done that.
As an assignment, they all had to make Valentine's Day baskets for the others to put their cards in. Kuki's had tons of flowers and hearts on it, hiding her original picture of a certain boy with an orange sweatshirt. But for now, she was sitting alone at her desk, silently crying. Numbuh Four was sitting next to her; one of the reasons because he loved her and another because Hoagie left to go to another school. His basket had skulls and bones on them. They were the two last members and it was sad to see that they would forget their lives. Their loves; the love of their lives, would disappear from their memories so easily.
"Numbuh Four!" a voice yelled. Numbuh Four woke up out of his trance and stared at a Japanese girl.
"Woit IS it?" he replied, complaining about how early he woke up.
"It's time to give out the Valentine's cards, silly!" she shouted, almost making Numbuh Four flinch.
Numbuh Four gave one out to the '6th Grade President', that stupid kid with the Texan accent and the white suit. He gave one out to each of the Delightful children. Numbuh Four gave one out to 'Fanny' and snickered as he passed by her desk. Eventually, he got to Numbuh Three's desk. He sighed. 'Come on. Act tough. Yeh ah just ah sissy. Just get it over wit'.' he thought. Numbuh Four still kept the Valentine poem he had spent days on. He had actually went to the LIBRARY and looked in the DICTIONARY. Numbuh Four shuddered and went back to his seat. He grabbed some of his mail and looked it over.
From the Delightful Children
Junk.
From Franny, I lov...
Junk.
From the 6th Grade President
Junk.
And he soon got to Kuki Sanban's letter. It was wet and looked as if she spent a lot of time on it. The note had really neat handwriting and she told him, 'Goodbye.' Numbuh Four sighed and saw that girl. It was the girl with the raven hair flowing in the wind. It was the girl with the soft brown eyes and that usual smile on her face. But that smile was gone, not that that made her unattractive or anything. It was just such a dramatic turn for the worst. When you heard the name, 'Kuki Sanban', you imagined a happy- go- lucky girl with the green sweater/T-Shirt. But Valentine's Day, the ONE day that Wallabee could express his love, was Kuki's thirteenth birthday.
He saw Kuki, looking her mail over, putting them into neat piles on her desk. Did she notice that Wallabee's letter was missing? Was he really that significant? Did he care that much to her as she did to him? He saw the Japanese girl shrug and look up to the blackboard with a blank stare. She raised her hand and the teacher bent over her desk.
"Yes, Kuki?" the teacher asked, talking to her as if she were talking to a kindergartener.
"I hafta go to the bathroom, so can I get a hall pass?" she asked quickly, as to get something over with.
"Well sure, I have one right here," she said, digging in her pants pocket. "Here it is. Just sign your name." Kuki did so and ran to the girls bathroom.
"Can I go to the bathroom, too?" Wallabee asked innocently, slightly raising his hand.
"Well, you know the bathroom policy," she said, wagging her index finger. "you can't go if someone else is already there."
"Boit Kuki's in the GIRL's bathroom. I'm just goin' to the the boy's." he said, pointing to the door hesitantly and pretending to somehow jump up in down. "It's an emergency!" he whined.
"Oh, all right." the teacher said, giving him a hall pass to sign." Wallabee thanked her and ran outside, stopped by a chubby hand hitting his face.
"Woit ah yeh doin'?" he asked.
"I'M the hall monitor," he said proudly, showing a glowing badge. "so I need to see your hall pass. I don't want no kids playing hooky or whatnot."
"Jeez Joe, you're so lame." Wallabee said, showing him the pass. The hall monitor was the same old idiot before he got shot with pink-eye. You'd think he learned his lesson. But no, the hall monitor still has to be ignorant and bossy and...
"You can go." he said.
"Huh?" Wallabee was too deep in thought to notice. Thinking was something Wallabee NEVER did, well when it didn't relate to Kuki.
"You can go to the bathroom now." he stated.
"Oh, all roight." Wallabee mumbled under his breath and looked around the bathroom. The five urinals were empty, along with the three stalls. He went inside each one, until he got to a distinct sound of tears.
"Kuki?" he asked through the vent. The boy's and girl's bathrooms were connected with each other through some ventilation system they only used if a couple of girls complained about a fart they smelled or something.
"Wally?" a cracked voice asked.
"Is that you, Kuki?" Wallabee was beginning to wonder who this person was. Kuki never sounded like this. She never sounded sad.
"Wally, stop trying to make things better. Stop trying so hard to make a relationship." she shouted.
"And why not?" he asked.
"Because I'm turning thirteen if you haven't noticed. I'll forget all about you." she cried.
"But Ah won't fahget about you." he said, trying to feel optimistic.
"Don't place that crap on me. You don't know that." she yelled.
"Yes Ah do. Now, Ah'm gonna prove it."
"How? Go all the was across the hall to the girl's bathroom? Get caught by using the hall pass you could only use once and using it on the GIRL's bathroom? Have some sense!"
"That was somethin' Ah almost nevah did." Kuki laughed and Wallabee did, too. Their laughs echoed the vent and Wallabee began make painful noises.
"Are you taking a...Numbuh Two?" Kuki asked, trying to make him feel comfortable.
"No, Ah just 'ave trouble climbin' in this here ventilation thingy." Wallabee said, still trying to crawl his way in. He saw Kuki blindly looking around and he struggled to fit through.
"Kuki, is that you?" he asked, going into her direction.
"I think so." she said, stopping her words. "But I bumped into something."
"That thing yeh bumped intah is meh." he snickered.
"Oh." she said, feeling the hot breath from his mouth flowing onto her face. They blushed a light pink into the dark and were millimeters apart. The first words that came out surprised them both and they stepped back.
"Here's yah thing." Wallabee said, shoving a piece of paper into her chest. It stayed there for a while until he took it away, feeling hotter and hotter by the second.
"It's a good thing I can read in the dark. And what is this?" Kuki asked questionably.
"It's ah poem." he said.
"A poem? Sorry but I don't expect YOU to write a poem." she joked.
"Ha ha. Very funny. Yeh know, yeh can even ask Numbuh Two..." the last words slid out by mistake. They both knew that he had been decommissioned a week or so ago. Uncomfortably, he took the poem away from her.
"Hey! I was reading that!" she yelled, reaching for the note. She rubbed her hand onto his toned stomach and he blushed a crimson red. She got the note and told him, "I'm gonna read it out loud now!"
"No, anything but that!" he pleaded as she started to read the title. "'Will You Be My Valentine'?" she asked.
"Yeah." he said silently.
"Did you make some geek write this against his will?" Kuki asked with her eyebrows raised.
"No! Yeh can even check teh 'andwritin with meh hall pass!" he shouted, showing her the pass. It was in fact the same writing. She smiled a little and set to finish what she started.
Will You Be My Valentine?
Will you be my Valentine?
Drink champagne drink some wine.
Will you be my Valentine?
Kuki thought to herself, 'But we're only twelve! How could we drink wine?'
Will you be my Valentine?
Your hugs fill me with joy when our bodies align
Will you be my Valentine?
'Okay...'
Will you be my Valentine?
Just the sight of you makes me speechless, like a mime
Will you be my Valentine?
'What? This is just too weird.'
Will you be my Valentine?
This time, you owe me less than a quarter, just a dime.
Will you be my Valentine?
'He'll never let Sandy go, will he?'
Will you be my Valentine?
Scales of 1-10 make you eight hundred twenty nine.
Will you be my Valentine?
'That's so sweet!'
Will you be my Valentine?
You look so sweet, so lusciously divine.
Will you be my Valentine?
'Lusciously divine?'
Will you be my Valentine?
Take me. I won't waste your time.
Will you be my Valentine?
'I have all the time in the world...' she held back a tear. 'Except for today.'
Will you be my Valentine?
I try so hard to make this rhyme.
Will you be my Valentine?
Kuki laughed. 'This must've been really hard for a C average kid.'
Will you be my Valentine?
Look so fine. Will you be mine?
Will you be my Valentine?
'I will!'
Will you be my Valentine?
-Wallabee Beatles
"You spelled your name right this time!" she smiled, laughing. She hugged him, giving Numbuh Four a light blush. The red soon became white as he struggled out of her reach.
"Ah can't breathe..." he wheezed. She let go of him and he fell down lightly, causing Numbuh Three to laugh.
"You're so silly, silly!" she giggled.
"Yeah, yeah." he said in a 'laugh it up' voice. He gave her a glare that made her laugh even more, then start to laugh uncomfortably until she stopped completely.
"Why'd you have to ruin everything?" Numbuh Three asked with a frowny face.
"Because...Ah'm sorry Ku...I mean Numbuh...no! I can call you Kuki if I want to." he yelled triumphantly.
"Why are you calling me Kuki now?" she asked.
"Because..none of the others are around teh laugh it up in my face." he mumbled.
"What? So you can't call me Kuki while the others are around?" Numbuh Three asked violently.
"No. Yeh don't understand." he said.
"Oh, I understand completely, Mr. I'm a stupidhead who can't even say my name 'cause he's stupid...and and...he's a dummy head..." she said, sticking out her tongue at him.
"That's not the reason why..."
"Oh, what else," she asked. "Because you hate me and don't even wanna be mentioned with me?" Numbuh Three crossed her hands on her chest. Her voice seemed to echo throughout his mind.
"It's no that!" he objected.
"Then what is it?" she screamed.
"This." he reached in and almost pushed his lips onto hers, coming colse to tasting her strawberry lip gloss. But that was soon stopped by a sudden scream.
"Numbuh Three! You're supposed to be in history!" somebody screamed with a hint of Irish in their voice.
A/N: Did you like it? I've decided NOT to make this a one-shot. Unless you people want me too. I mean, I've never done a one-shot before. And if you say in your review that you DO want a one-shot, I can just edit this. Although I already have some ideas of the following chapters.
Signed by the author himself,
-Meh34