Hey guys! After thinking about the idea for awhile, I've decided to make this. Hopefully, when I finish my DP/RC9GN "Knowledge is Responsibility," I can tie the knot with a DP/ADJL fanfic, and maybe consider writing the origin of the Secret Trio, but who knows? For now, I'm just excited to try a new story out, which may have pauses of time between chapters due to my other story. Thanks!
"C'mon, Grandpa! I wanna go do something fun! This is boring!" A child crossed his arms grumpily while sitting down in a row of foldup chairs.
The young boy's grandfather beside him sighed. "Jake, I know you're tired, but this marriage anniversary is important to your mother and the friends she's setting it up for. You'll just have to be patient."
"But I don't wanna be stuck here for a few more days! There's nothing fun going on!"
"Sorry, young dragon, but you don't always get what you want in life." Grandpa turned away to read the newspaper he'd brought with him.
Why does he call me that? Jake, in frustration, also looked away at whatever was at least a little bit intriguing in the gigantic room they were in. Apparently, his mother and father were helping bring this event to order for their old teachers or something, but he could care less. And because of this, he'd be stuck sitting around with nothing to do in this place, including after the anniversary party was over. The thought was devastating for him.
Another kid about his age entered the room. He flopped onto a few chairs away from Jake and swung his legs back and forth. Knowing it wasn't polite to stare, and how strict Grandpa was about good manners, Jake occasionally took glances at the kid and turn away before anyone noticed. The boy had on a gray hoodie with a red and white t-shirt underneath. Black pants and purple shoes, along with dark purple hair and blue eyes full of vigor. Definitely not anyone Jake had seen in his school. Maybe he was from out of town.
At first, Jake was succeeding at his spying plan. It was smooth going, until the boy finally stopped swinging his legs and caught him in the act. Uneasy, Jake was ready to break eye contact, but the other guy surprised him. "Hi!" He called from his seat, waving and revealing a smile with a missing tooth.
"Uh, hello." Jake answered back while making sure Grandpa hadn't caught on. In fact, Gramps had fallen asleep, snoring soundly, so Jake knew he wouldn't get in trouble with anyone… for once.
The boy leaned towards his direction. "What are you here for?"
"My parents are here helping with this anniversary. Do you know what anniversary means?"
He shrugged. "My mom shays shome thingsh are better left unknown. I'm here because theshe people are friendsh of the family or shomethin'. I wish I hadn't been taken along, becaushe being with my besht friend at home would've been more fun!" He scowled in irritation.
"Me too. At least a video game would've been nice. So, then, you'll also be around a lot?" The thought of another kid suffering the same fate was kind of relieveing, especially if it meant he wouldn't be alone.
"Yup. It's not fair." The boy was silent afterwards, gazing around with curiousity.
Assuming their conversation had ended for the moment, Jake looked at his feet. At the sound of a slightly shifted chair, his view returned to his left and nearly startled when he realized the kid had taken the seat beside him while he wasn't watching. "Wow, you're fast!" he commented, impressed.
"Yeah, a lot of people tell me I'm as schwift as ninsha." Suddenly, the boy's eyes widened with excitement. "Do you like ninshas?"
"…I guess so? I'm more into skateboarding an' stuff, but they're cool enough." Jake could only wonder where this sudden change of conversation was going.
The boy bounced with much boundless energy. "Where I live, the high shool's protected by a real, live ninsha! I'm hish biggeth fan! When I grow up, I want to meet 'im and get histh autograph. Better yet, I can't wait to shee him in actshun shomeday, schaving lives, fighting, an' more!"
It was a little hard to understand him with his lisp, but Jake liked this guy. "Where do you live?" He asked inquisitively.
"Why, in Norrishville! The broosheth plashe in the world with the ninsha protecting everyone! What'sh sho exhiting about New York Cithy?"
Feeling a little challenged, Jake thought hard about what there was to do. But what did he know about NYC? He was even too young to cross the street alone! "I don't know, but if there's one thing I want to see someday, it's some skateboarders! Mom says I'm too little to learn how to, but I'm dying to do it someday! Maybe become a wicked pro at it too! And there's rappers, and cool music, and lots more!"
The other kid, thankfully, seemed awestruck. "Schweet! If I'm lucky, I'll get to shee that schtuff shomeday, too! Although nothin' beatsh the ninsha." Once again, his eyes lit up with an idea. "Hey, why don't I come back in the futshure to shee you schkateboard, while you vichit me and meet the coolesh guy ever? Deal?" He put forward his hand
Forward, isn't he? Jake made sure Grandpa wasn't watching, and bobbed his head. "Deal!" They shook hands happily.
From across the room, Jake heard his dad call. "Jake! I could use your help real quick!"
Startled, Grandpa woke up. At the sound of his daughter's husband, he grumbled something with Jake couldn't understand, and gestured at Jake to go, not catching the new guy on his radar.
Feeling very disappointed, Jake followed his father's voice, but not before the stranger whispered, "Shee you around, pershun I jush met!"
Jake couldn't help but grin. "Bye, kid!" he replied as he exited the room. He didn't know it yet, but he'd see this kid a few more times before their abrupt friendship would disappear just as abruptly.
"No… Stop it… Wonk! What are you doing? Stop it!"
His eyes opened huge and shocked. Below him, he felt hard cement, and a chilly wind blew around him. Shakily sitting up, he moaned at the bizarre dizziness in his brain. "Ugh, my head… What happened?" As hard as he tried to remember, nothing came into his memory about what events had led him unconscious on the ground.
He put his hand over his head, only to realize he was still wearing the Ninja Suit. Looking up to check for no bystanders, he discovered he was in an alleyway, garbage cans and other whatchamacallits decorating it poorly. This doesn't look familiar, not that I've ever purposely explored any alleys in Norrisville… He glanced at both sides, felt positive he was safe, and he pulled on the Ninja Mask.
Usually, the mask would come off easily, taking the suit away with it and revealing its user, Randy Cunningham, once again. But something wasn't right. As much as he tugged, the mask would not come off. "Huh? That's odd." He gave one last attempt, only to fall backwards and hit his already befuddled mind on the wall. "Ow! Why aren't you coming off? You've never done this to me before!" Randy inspected the area around his neck for any sign of strings or tape. But besides his scarf, nothing out of place was there. "How is this stuck, then?" He mumbled in frustration to himself. "There's no way I shouldn't be able to take the suit off! What else could be preventing me unlike all the other times?"
Deciding nothing could be done sitting on the job, Randy hoisted himself up. His legs nearly buckled under him, and he had to grasp onto the wall before he collasped again. For some reason, he felt very weak. For the life of him, he couldn't remember being sick, and it wasn't as if he was bruised or exhausted. It was just his head struggling to focus and his body not having any strength to hold him up very long. He had a feeling the cause for finding himself here probably was connected to his lack of concentration and energy.
"No use being vulnerable here. The Ninja needs some answers." Trembling, both from the cold and the effort to stay afoot, he stumbled a bit to the closer side of the alleyway before it hit him. "Wait, I can't just go out as the Ninja and expect no one to be curious."
In front of him, a large, heavy-looking coat with a couple stains was partially sticking out of a garbage can. Hesitantly, Randy snatched the coat and more than ever wanted to throw it back. His hoodie was definitely more appealing than these rags! But with no other option, he did his best to slip it on, and put the fuzzy hood over his head, nearly falling due to its weight. Taking a moment to check his disguise in a nearby window, he could tell it wouldn't be too difficult to not catch attention as long as nobody looked too closely at his legs and hidden face. "Alright, let's go."
Outside of the alley, Randy nearly hit the floor again, this time due to shock. Instead of some decent-sized buildings, they were very tall and almost touched the cold, cloudy sky. The noise of cars, people, and other things became extremely apparent. There was a couple trees, but not near the amount Randy typically experienced at home. He was already woozy, but the whole new world wasn't what he'd expected. Sure, he'd been here a few times, but not nearly enough to get used to it.
"What the juice?!" Randy gasped as he breathed in the different setting of New York City.