Priestess Aishisu: Well, my Codename: Kids Next Door fanfiction Time Heals All Burns was a colossal failure. Yet in my other profile, I got 15 reviews for a one-chapter Codename: Kids Next Door fanfiction. Maybe it was just the fact that the 3/4 pairing is more popular than Chad/Cree. (Well, considering I can only find two of them not including mine I should say that this is quite likely.) So I'll give it another shot.
Names:
1=Nigel
2=Hoagie
3=Kuki
4=Wallabee
5=Abigail
Pairings (Only ones that I'm sure of):
1/5 (Two possible triangles: 5/1/Lizzie and 1/5/2)
3/4 (No triangles, just Wally in deep denial)
Warnings: OOCness and a high lack of plot. Not much else.
Anything Else: I've been looking at anime pictures of the Kids Next Door. I would like to thank bizarro4 for drawing the pictures that not only inspired at least two scenes, but gave me ideas for the colors of the KND's eyes.
Abigail Lincoln, a.k.a Numbuh Five, wondered if everybody had to be this patient. She was sitting, dressed in a blue tank top and gold hoop earrings, her long dark hair untied from its braid. Sitting behind her, her friend Kuki Sanban—a.k.a Numbuh Three—was happily brushing it. Kuki was lucky that none of the other Kids Next Door had long hair—any of them would throw a fit.
Then again...
She smirked at the memories of how the seemingly innocent girl could scare their tough-guy member Wallabee Beadles, a.k.a Numbuh Four. Maybe it was the other Kids Next Door who were lucky.
"Numbuh Five! Numbuh Three! What are you doing?"
Abigail rolled her brown eyes and stood up, glaring at their leader Nigel Uno—a.k.a Numbuh One. He was a bald British kid dressed in a red sweatshirt and gray shorts. His sunglasses hid his blue eyes—which was a real shame, in her opinion.
"Aw, keep your thick head on, Baldy," she snapped, putting on her trademark red cap. She liked Nigel well enough, he was just a bossy pest. When they first became a team years ago, there was a lot of friction between them—probably due to the fact that a lot of people seemed to think Abigail would be a more capable leader. Since then, they had learned to respect each other—but Abigail still wished he wouldn't be such an uptight jerk.
Nigel scowled at Abigail. For an incredibly intelligent person, she was incredibly dense. He hated it when she glared at him like that, hated her for making her feel guilt. Confident and cool in a crisis, he would run away screaming like a little girl if there was real trouble.
Which was probably why people thought her the more capable leader. She always remained self-assured and collected. And she could be highly infuriating as well.
"Numbuh Two! Numbuh Four!" he barked at Wallabee and Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr., a.k.a Numbuh Two. Wallabee was a green-eyed blonde dressed in blue jeans and an orange hooded sweatshirt. He was sitting on the couch reading Cartoon Network's magazine on one of their shows—"Codename: Kids Next Door."
Hoagie was a plump kid with dark gray eyes and reddish brown hair covered by a pilot's cap. Numbuh Five knew he had a crush on her, but she didn't really care.
He glanced up from the Yipper comic he was reading and said, "What's the deal? Numbuh Five was just letting Numbuh Three play with her hair. I mean, it isn't as if she did anything wrong."
Nigel scowled and stomped out of the room.
"What?!" Wallabee shouted in his Australian accent. "That isn't true at all!"
"Oo-oooh, does Whittle Wally have a whittle seek-wit?" cooed Hoagie in baby-talk, smirking when Wallabee's complexion went brick-red. He snatched the magazine and burst out laughing.
"Couldn't–ha-ha–fight his–hee-hee–wayout of a–heh-heh–wet paper bag! That is so true!" Actually, that wasn't what Wallabee had been yelling about, but he preferred it to the true secret.
"Hand it over," said Abigail, snatching it and immediately catching the real secret. Numbuh Four has a crush on Numbuh Three? Numbuh Five knew it all along!
"Ooh, lemme see!" cried Kuki excitedly, grabbing the magazine.
"Give it back!" yelled Wallabee, his cheeks turning bright red as he tried to grab the magazine from the pale girl. Kuki was a cute, slim Japanese girl with huge purple eyes and long strait black hair. She was wearing a floaty green sweatshirt and skintight black pants. She was the prettiest girl Wallabee had ever met.
Kuki smiled and lifted the magazine just out of his reach. Soon he was chasing her all through the tree house (which has over seventy floors.)
"What was that all about?" Hoagie asked, puzzled. "I didn't think Numbuh Four would make that big a deal out of it. I mean, the magazine called me a big fat geek. Besides, what does he care what the Delightful Children From Down the Lane think?"
Abigail couldn't help laugh at Hoagie's ignorance. "No, foo. That's not what Numbuh Four doesn't want Numbuh Three to see. He has a crush on her and isn't admitting it."
"O–Oh," replied Hoagie knowingly. He was a big fat geek, but he wasn't stupid. He was a very good friend of Wallabee, and even he by now must have noticed Wallabee's not-so-secret crush on the charming girl. (It's certainly well-noted among the fanfiction-writing community!)
Suddenly, all the intercoms in the tree house went on full blast and a voice screamed—
"Gimme that!" yelled Wallabee, tackling Kuki to the ground and brandishing the magazine triumphantly.
"You give me that magazine, Numbuh Four, or I'll tell everybody that you have baby duckies on your boxers!" threatened Kuki, her purple eyes very bright and determined.
Wallabee went white. I have got to get a lock. "You wouldn't dare," he challenged, suddenly realizing with a sharp jolt that they were in the intercom room—anything said into one of these microphones would be heard in the entire tree house.
Kuki flung back her head and shouted, "Hey, everybody, Numbuh Four wears—"
Wallabee slapped the hand not holding the magazine over her mouth, using his teeth to rip out the page with his profile and humiliating secret. Then he ripped it into shreds and walked away, throwing the magazine at Kuki.
"Read it now, Sheila."
Kuki, naturally, had no idea what a Sheila was. But she smiled gleefully anyway and grabbed a mike, turning all the speakers on full blast and shrieking, "NUMBUH FOUR WEARS BABY DUCKY UNDERWEAR!!!"
She then sprinted out, Wallabee right on her tail.
"NUMBUH FOUR WEARS BABY DUCKY UNDERWEAR!!!"
Hoagie gasped and Abigail stared at the intercom. They then promptly cracked up, collapsing on the couch they were sitting (or in Hoagie's case leaning) on in hysterics.
"What is going on here?" Nigel cried upon returning from his date with his clingy, possessive girlfriend Lizzie. Had it been you, you might have reacted the same way.
Abigail and Hoagie were still in hysterics about the ducky thing, or maybe about the fact that Wallabee was chasing Kuki in circles around the room. She was laughing and even doing dance moves, he was blushing like a tomato and screaming, "Take that back you cruddy Sheila!"
Abigail stood up and muttered, "Numbuh Five is out of here."
So of course Wallabee and Kuki would slam right into her.
The result was that she crashed into Nigel and they ended up lying on the ground, her on top of him. Wallabee was lying on top of Kuki, and he swiftly started tickling her. Hoagie laughed so hard he fell off the couch.
"Numbuh Five, get off of me!" cried Nigel, his cheeks going slightly pink at the warm weight of Abigail's slender frame. He did not want to admit that he was enjoying it.
Abigail couldn't help but laugh at his expression as she got off him. She bent to pick up his sunglasses, ignoring him snap, "And just what is so funny?"
She stared at him with warm eyes the shade of honey with candlelight reflecting on it. His mouth shut and he stared at her, his sky blue eyes searching her golden-brown ones.
"Numbuh Five..."
She smiled slightly and set his glasses back on him. "You know, boss, maybe you should try acting less like you want to rule everything. I'd like you better that way."
To her surprise she replied softly, "All right. I can try."