Military Science

By: Naraku's Reincarnation

Chapter 1:

The New Kid

(Chinese) "English" 'Thoughts'

Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any of its characters.

Author's Note: The setting is a few weeks after the whole Jimmy-Timmy Power Hour Two fiasco. Let's just say that the normal cast is 12. The year is 2002.

A figure stood in a dimly lit room before a large, circular pad. The pad started to glow an eerie blue and an image projected out of it. The light filled the entire chamber with a fluorescent blue light that gave a somewhat heavenly appeal to the once dreary chamber. The figure kneeled down and bowed. (Almighty Jade Emperor, ruler of Universe W-12, what is it that you wish for your Enforcer to slay?) it asked with its head bowed. Upon close inspection, the figure turned out to be an Asian, 12 year old boy dressed in traditional Chinese Imperial robes. His outermost robe was solid black with a red dragon on the back. The inner robe was also black, and there was a black sash tied around his waist elegantly with a Chinese broadsword strapped to it. His eyes were gold, but showed both calm and malice, traits not commonly held by a teenager. Even stranger were the dog ears that were on his head. His hair was silver and flowed freely down his back.

The projected image resolved into the face of an old, Asian man with the stereotypical Fu Manchu beard/mustache style. (The Council wishes for you to venture to Universe N-12,) the figure identified as the Jade Emperor, supreme deity in Chinese mythology, bellowed as his voice resonated against the chamber walls. (There is trouble afoot. Go now, Young Warrior and keep those who are close to your contact and the contact himself alive at all costs. I wish for no human casualties.)

The young soldier stood up. (And who precisely is my contact, milord?) he asked, his voice mature and monotone, thus increasing the image of a soldier instead of a teenager.

The Jade Emperor's face flickered once before vanishing completely, and reverted the chamber back to its previous form of mystery and danger. His voice, however, came out of nowhere and answered the young warrior. (His name is James Isaac Neutron.)

A boy wearing a red T-shirt with a picture of an atom on the front turned to a boy wearing a blue Ultralord shirt and an obese boy wearing a striped orange shirt. "Hey Sheen, Carl, want to hit the Candy Bar after school?"

The obese lad, Carl, smiled to his friend. "Sure thing, Jimmy, but don't we have that History fair Project to work on?" He asked

The boy in the blue shirt, Sheen looked over to Carl. "Pfft! So what! It's just a bunch of dead guys and their accomp-i-lish-i-ments!"

The boy in red, Jimmy, shook his head. "Don't worry guys," he said reassuringly, "I've got it all covered. We can go to my lab tomorrow and work on it. I'm thinking of doing either the Sengoku Period of Japan, the Industrial Era of England, or the Sung Dynasty of China. How about you guys?"

Before they could answer, their teacher, Ms. Fowl, came into the classroom. "Alright, children settle down! Craw! We have a new student and he's overseas from China, but he says that they study English there so he can speak it. Now please give him a warm American welcome! Craw!"

A young boy walked through the door. He was wearing a white dress shirts and black dress pants. His hair was black and tied back like the men of the Manchu Empire of China did. His eyes were a dark brown and were calm and analyzing. He spoke with a slightly strong accent. "Hello, American students," he said, his voice coming out as strong and mature. "I am Shaojia Wang of Beijing and I am 12 years old. I am not too familiar with the American ways so if you may help me to understand your culture, I would be most grateful."

Ms. Fowl clapped her hands and walked to the front of the class. "Very good, Shaojia, now please have a seat behind Jimmy. Jimmy, please raise your hand." Jimmy raised his hand and looked at Shaojia closer. He had a bamboo lunch bag, and his eyes showed concentration and caution.

Jimmy turned to the new student and extended his hand. "Hello Shaojia, I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Neutron."

Shaojia looked at the hand cautiously before grabbing it and shaking it in the American fashion. He was surprised of the name of his new acquaintance but hid it very well. "Hello Jimmy. Tell me, what are we doing in this class today?"

"We're about to do projects for History class. This year's topic is 'Great Eras in History.' Do you have an idea on what you might be interested in doing?"

Shaojia took his seat and pondered the question for a while. "I do not know entirely about this 'History project' but I suppose I could do the Ming Dynasty of China. A grand era it was for China, untouched by foreign wars." Jimmy nodded his head in agreement.

Shaojia looked around before noticing that no one was looking at him. He rolled up his left sleeve to reveal a watch. He pressed the 'alarm' button three times before it chirped. 'And so it begins.'

Cindy and Libby ate their lunch at their usual table with the boys (much to their feigned disgust) chatting over the new student. "Hey Libs, what do you think of the new guy?" Cindy asked.

Libby looked over at her best friend. "Well he's alright I guess but he is like so professional, girl! He comes to his first day of school in a dress shirt and pants combo? Uh-uh, not even Jimmy came to school dressed like THAT!"

Jimmy frowned. "Hey, lay off him guys, he's from overseas and I guess he didn't understand the basis for American casual wear."

Cindy looked over to her secret crush, and frowned. "I guess you're right for once, Nerd-tron. At least he speaks English."

Carl looked around the cafeteria to see where the topic of their conversation was eating. "Hey Jim, where's the new kid anyway?"

"Yeah, I kinda' wanna' ask him if he knows any karate moves!" he screamed before attempting to karate chop the table. "Ouch!" Everyone rolled their eyes.

Jimmy looked around the lunchroom. Finally, he found Shaojia being surrounded by Butch and a few of his other friends. "Oh no," he muttered. His friends looked in his direction to see Butch pulling back his arm for a punch. When Butch finally threw his fist, Shaojia put his hand up to block it with his palm. Shaojia then cocked his arm slightly at the elbow and thrust it forward, sending Butch into a nearby pillar. Shaojia went back to his lunch without another word.

Cindy, Libby, and Jimmy gawked at the new student's initiative for combat as well as his nonchalant form. Sheen was almost bursting with excitement, and Carl laughed at Butch's stunned form against the pillar. "He beat Butch like it was nothing," said Cindy.

Jimmy walked towards Shaojia's table nervously. Afterall, he didn't want to get"H-Hey, Shaojia," he said.

Shaojia continued to eat his lunch, rice porridge with duck sauce. (A/N: It's good, trust me!) "Good afternoon, Mr. Neutron," he said without looking up from his food.

"That, um, was a nice move you did there. Um, where did you learn that?"

Shaojia looked from his premade lunch and answered, "I was the son of a Shaolin Master. Father was Master Wang Suhoy. I doubt you would have heard of him, though. He taught me the arts for five years before he and Mother died."

Jimmy was surprised and a little shocked. "But where do you live?" By then, his other friends had arrived at Shaojia's table, their lunches already devoured.

Shaojia shrugged. "I have moved into the house on Edison Street, house number 5902. The United Nations secured me with US $200,000 for shelter and other essentials. I've been here for about five days. I have a job at that American restaurant, McSpanky's I think. I mop the floors for $5 dollars an hour. I'm expecting my belongings from China to be here anyday now."

Cindy smiled. "Hey that's where all of us live! We can probably help you move in!"

Sheen was ecstatic. "Yeah! You can teach me that Kung Fu stuff you did, too!" Once, again, Sheen attempted to do a martial arts move, this time a roundhouse kick. All he did was make himself dizzy. "I don't fell too good."

Shaojia smiled. "Thank you! Back at home, people always say that you Americans were selfish slobs, but I am so glad they are wrong!" The four friends chuckled nervously.

Suddenly the bell for lunch rang. "Well, I'll see you later, then Shaojia," he said before leaving. The others did so as well and left for their next class, Math (which was still with Ms. Fowl.)

Shaojia packed up his lunch and sighed. 'So far so good.'

After school ended, Carl, Sheen, and Jimmy climbed in to Jimmy's hover car. They had decided that they would go to the Candy Bar, much to Carl's dismay. Cindy and Libby were walking home talking about... whatever girls talk about. "That's sad about the new kid's parents," said Cindy as she neared her home.

Libby nodded. "Girl, I know, right? Wait, didn't he say he on our street?"

Cindy nodded, and then she saw someone down the street. "Hey Libs, there he is!" Shaojia was talking to a mover who was looking over a contract. Seven other movers came out of the house the two men were talking in front of. There were three boxes. Then Cindy noticed who's house he was next to. "He's right next door to Nerd-tron!"

Shaojia then saw the girls coming his way. "Afternoon, ladies. It seems as luck is with me. The Chinese government has just shipped over Father's belongings. I would sincerely accept your help if you are willing to give it. There are only three boxes left. I was not expecting you today." he said timidly.

"It's okay, no problem," said Cindy. The girls walked over to the pile of boxes. It was marked with two elegantly drawn Chinese characters. Cindy looked at one of them. "Hey, Shaojia, what's in this box?"

Shaojia looked up from the paperwork he was signing. "I think that box has my clothes in it. Please take it into the second room on the left side of the hall when you first enter." Cindy and Libby nodded and they both picked it up and started towards the house as Shaojia put his signature on the paper and gave the mover his payment. He then went over and picked up two other boxes.

The three entered the house, boxes in hand. Libby looked at all of the decorations adorning the one-story house. "Wow, this house looked small on the outside but it looks like a palce on the inside!" Indeed it was. When they first stepped in, there were wall scrolls on each side of the hallway. The first room to the left was a shoe clost and the second room was Shaojia's bedroom. On the right was a bathroom and another hallway, which Shaojia said led to the kitchen. The hallway itself led to the den, which, from what they could see, was a study, a living room, and a rec room combined. The den had a large painting of a dragon and a tiger fighting with the name of the artist written neatly in Chinese characters. There was a 25" flat screen TV with wall scrolls at each side of the TV, and a couch was facing it a few feet away. A silk Chinese fan hung above the TV. Behind the couch was a desk with a calligraphy set on it, and there was a low level coffee table in front of the couch.

Shaojia brushed the compliment aside. "Thank you. Father also worked for the government as an accountant at the Law Office of Beijing. He only taught Kung Fu part-time." He led the girls into his bedroom. The master room was quite modest in size but the room itself was worthy of the old emperors! The bed was a simple futon with a Nine Dragons on the sheet. The floor appeared to be mode of bamboo. There was a closet opposite to the bed with wall scrolls on either side of it. There were two swords, a Chinese broadsword and a Chinese straightsword, hanging on a rack to the left of the closet. There was a large bansai plant at two corners of the room. At the corner on the far left was a vase containing several bamboo staffs. On the far right was another vase, this one containing umbrellas.

Cindy gazed at all of the decorations before remembering where she was. She and Libby set the box down next to where Shaojia placed his. "So, now what?" she asked.

Shaojia made his way out of the room. "For now, please, make yourselves comfortable in the main room. I wish to change," he requested, a miniscule blush touching his cheeks before fading alomst instantly. The girls nodded stiflfy before scurrying out of the room, embarassed as well. Moments later, Shaojia exited his room in traditional Chinese robes. the outer robe was black, but had a red dragon on the back of it. The shoulders were also tinted with red and it continued in astreak downwards along the middle of the robe. The robe's cuffs were red as well. The inner robe was completely black as well as the pants, and there was a black sash tied around his waist.

He walked into the main room with an elegant stride and had a seat on the couch. Upon entering the room, one would notice there were actually three couches, forming 3/4 of a square with the one not facing another couch looking at the TV. Shaojia sat down in the couch across fom the girls and said, "I thank you very much for your assistance.Would you like a drink?"

Cindy shook her head. "No thanks," she replied politely. "We'll be going home now. Bye!" Shaojia led the girls outside but stopped dead when he saw that floating green eggs with spears were falling from the sky and entering houses. "Yolkians!"

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