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Sound Familiar
Randy Cunningham, a student at Norrisville High and part-time ninja, was walking down an empty hallway towards the cafeteria. Howard, having caught a minor cold, had called in sick today. He could've easily just powered through the day, but the temptation of an extended weekend was too much for the chubby teen. This left his best friend to face the perils of high school alone.
"Finally Friday, man this week's been dragging on forever," commented the purple haired teen, 5 days of school combined with 2 weeks' worth of training inside the Ninjanomicon had really taken a toll on him. "I just can't wait for the weekend to start," his mind already started drifting towards the plans he had made, "2 days of nonstop grave punching, what more could a guy ask for?"
Reaching his destination he opened the cafeteria doors and to his surprise…
"You know, were this my first day on the job, I might not have expected this," he said with a bored expression before jumping aside to dodge the stampede of students running for their lives. "So much for nobody panic, money well spent Slimovitz," he commented. When the coast was clear he finally entered.
"So, Bucky's been stanked… again, seriously that guy's way too sensitive, can't he lighten up a bit?" also stanked was the stick twirler, as Cunningham would call it, Theresa Fowler. "Wonder what got those 2 bummed."
Flashback
Coming straight from Home Ec, Theresa and Bucky entered the cafeteria with a batch of freshly baked cupcakes. "These came out great," commented the baton twirler, "Thanks a lot for your help, if it wasn't for your sharp eyes, I'd have mixed up the sugar and salt."
"What can I say," Bucky began, "When you've got a passion for baking as great as your passion for the triangle, then you can't help but give soul for-"
"Boom!"
The tray of cupcakes hit the floor.
"That was awesome," exclaimed the school bully Bash, "That's for carrying cupcakes right in the way of my fist." He high-fived his bros and proceeded towards his table. Leaving behind two sobbing teens, whose misery was immediately smelled by the Sorcerer.
End of Flashback
"Probably Bash's fault," commented Randy as he reached inside his hoodie, "Don't need a watch, because I already know the time," his hand felt the silk-like material of his mask in his pocket but when he looked up, he was already in the shadow of the not-so-puny-anymore triangle player in his monster fish form, who bent over and roared right in his face.
"Man that's shnasty, mind brushing your teeth next time you get stanked," the purple haired teen said.
Bucky growled in response and grabbed him, "You may be my classmate but you make fun of me just like the rest of the school. You're no better than Bash Johnson." He let out another roar which left Cunningham still unimpressed.
"So, are you gonna let me go now, 'cause there's places I need to be."
"No!" Bucky snapped, "First, I'll make you pay." He threw the purple haired teen on the ground and raised his massive arms into the air.
Seeing the massive form of Bucky over him, paralyzed Randy, he wasn't wearing his ninja suit but he could've easily dodged, weren't it for the fact that his body wasn't responding. As time seemed to stand still for a few seconds, he closed his eyes and decided to just wait for it. But IT somehow didn't come. He opened his eyes and saw that his attacker had been stopped by a pair of green tentacles.
"Don't… you… hurt… him…" Theresa in her own monster form threatened as she struggled to overpower Bucky.
"Wow," thought the purple haired teen, "Theresa just saved my life, can't even imagine how much willpower you'd need to overpower the stank," observing the plant like monster he couldn't help but think that it somehow complimented her elegance and athleticism, to him, it made no difference if she was stanked or not, she was always beautiful in his eyes.
Randy snapped back to reality and seized the opening the girl had created. He quickly got up and ran into the janitor's closet where he put on his mask. "The ninja o'clock flight has experienced a slight delay, we apologize for all inconveniences and offer a complementary butt whoopin' as an apology."
Theresa was barely holding onto Bucky when the ninja arrived and quickly threw a cold ball at the ground, which caused the trianglist to lose his balance and go down. "No need to thank me, helping out a girl, is all part of the JOB-," the last word was squeezed out of him along with the remaining air from his lungs as the plant-like monster wrapped her tentacle around him and twirled him like a baton for a few seconds.
"Not as fun as you'd imagine this would be," he commented once she stopped. Meanwhile Bucky had managed to get up again and turn towards him. He wasted no time gaining the ninja's attention with a roar.
The twirling still had him seeing double but he could just barely make out the triangle hanging around Bucky's waist. He pulled a hand free and gathered as much focus as he could, "Ninja throwing rings!" he exclaimed and threw a few at his opponent. Mostly by sheer luck, he managed to slice the instrument in half but unfortunately for him it only resulted in an ever angrier brown noser, "Aw man."
As the fish monster began his charge he used his still restrained hand to crush a bronze-colored ball in his belt, "Ninja slipping ball," he exclaimed before slipping out of the baton twirler's grasp, "Smoke bomb."
Bucky stopped his charge as he entered the smoke screen and once it cleared there was no sign of the ninja on the ground because he had managed to ninja-scarf his way onto a ceiling light. "Think ninja," he told himself, "what could've gotten them both upset at the same time?" he scanned the ground and spotted a green-glowing cooking tray, "Home Ec, of course, finally managed to hand in something without Howard eating it, for a change."
He quickly searched his suit for a weapon to end it, "Ninja sai!" he threw the weapon and hit his target dead-on. The escaping green fog confirmed his assumption, "So bruce!" he exclaimed and jumped down on the floor.
The two stank-victims reverted back to normal. Bucky, who's transformation had once again caused his clothes to rip, ran out of the cafeteria screaming. Theresa, meanwhile, was holding her head, somewhat lightheaded from the whole process. She was standing really wobbly and was about to fall over when, "Ninja damsel save." She was caught by Norrisville High's very own super hero.
"Theresa?"
The girl groaned with her eyes still closed.
"Theresa, are you okay?" he asked still concerned.
"R-randy?" she mumbled.
The ninja felt his heart skip a beat. How did she know? How did she find out his secret? And most importantly, had she already told anybody else?
Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed into the eyes of her savior. "Oh, it's just you, ninja," she said with a tang of disappointment in her voice.
"What do you mean just me?" he asked and helped her up.
"Sorry, it's just, your voice, you sound just like this guy I... I sorta like," she admitted and looked away blushing.
"What a relief, for a moment there I thought it was over with my secret identity…. wait, what did she say? Did she just say she liked me… well, me or another Randy at our school I don't know of… better make sure."
He'd heard rumors of Fowler having a crush on him but he'd never had the opportunity to confront her about it. Mostly because he spent his days hanging out with Howard, playing video games, and the rest he spent on ninja duty. The significant time they had spent together was when he was mind wiped. Only problem was that she obviously didn't have the courage to make a move and he didn't even know who she was at that point; Stupid ultimate lesson. But this might just be the chance he was waiting for: they were alone in the cafeteria and he was fairly certain nobody would walk in on them.
"A guy you like, you say?" he asked stroking his chin, "So tell me, how are things working out between you and this Randy Cunningham… who I've never met before in my life," he added in an attempt to avoid suspicion.
"It doesn't matter. You just got my hopes up, is all. It's probably best if I just forget him and-"
"NO!"
"Huh?"
"I mean, you shouldn't give up on him. You should go and talk to him some time, I'm sure he feels the same."
"But you said you've never met him."
"I, uh, it's...a... a ninja thing, yeah, ninja thing. I can sense these things, you know. 600 years of knowledge in here, yo," he said pointing at his head.
She didn't seem convinced so he let out a sigh, "Look you said you liked this guy but you can't expect him to just know that. You have to tell him, we guys can't read minds, you know." He placed a hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eyes before speaking, "Now, promise me you'll talk to him."
She smiled, "Okay, I promise."
The ninja nodded and was about to turn around and leave when the baton twirler wrapped her arms around him, "Thanks… ninja," she whispered.
Randy could've just enjoyed that moment forever, the warmth of her body pressing against his, her silky hair tickling the exposed skin on his face and her wonderful scent filling his nostrils, but he had to leave.
When Theresa finally let go of him he took a step back and made his escape with a smoke bomb.
She coughed because of the smoke, "Man that's shnasty."
The ninja reappeared outside behind a bush where he finally took off his mask. He made sure the coast was clear before coming out and jumping in the air from happiness, "She likes me! She actually likes me! YES!"
Back in the almost empty cafeteria, the baton twirler looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then she bent over and pulled out a small notebook and a pen out of the side of her shoe. She took a seat on a nearby table and flicked open the notebook. She skipped over the pages titled "Suspects" filled with crossed off names and reached the final section labeled "Most Likely Candidates". Right on the next page was a photo of ninth grader Randy Cunningham with a picture of the ninja next to it. There were several lines drawn between the two with notes. She drew 2 more lines and added more notes to them.
…Same eye color… same voice (unlikely to be mistaking but still possible)…
After writing down her latest revelations she put down the pencil and rested her head on her hand as she looked dreamily at the picture of the purple-haired boy. "Somehow… I've always known it was you," she said and smiled.
A short one-shot I decided to write. I'd like to hear/read your opinions on it. Sorry if you'd have preferred more RandyxTheresa in this story but this was how I envisioned it. Tell me if you want me to continue and I might reconsider this being a one-shot.
Centipede out!