KND:First Strike
Kirkou
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Based on Christina Aguilera's song Fighter
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A day in the life of a KND member.
1. Rally
2. Make crazy to plans to save the world from grown-ups.
3. Carry out the plans to save the world from grown-ups.
4. Watch in horrid fascination as several of the plans go up in smoke.
5. Go Home.
6. Relax.
7. Chase the ice-cream man for several hours strait.
For many of the only five members, this little agenda was becomming somewhat of a bore. They tried to seperate the ideas, maybe add in some new, but every time, they ended up going back to original. As usual. And, one time out of a thousand, to all of their dismays, they actually did NOT catch the ice-cream man, to numbah three's dismay and a hour-long tantrum. But none of them knew that their lives where about to make a total 180 in only a few hours.
"Hey! You're never gonna believe this!!" A boy ran in the room, late to the morning meeting. The other three kids glanced over, thankfull that he'd arrived then, or their leader might have had a fit. He jogged up to the podium, blonde hair bouncing over his eyes. "My ma knows these other grown-ups in some country, and their gonna come and visit us!" Numbah 1's eyes narrowed, cocking an eyebrow in irritation.
"You where ten minutes late just to tell me something that doesn't have anything to do with what's going on?" He asked, crossing his arms. Numbah 4 only continued to jump, finnaly taking the other by the shoulders. Numbah three jumped around, yelping something about "Parent party!!"
"You don't understand! Listen for a minute!! The parents all have kids, and I just found out that they're just like us!" He said excitedly. The other kids gasped in shock. Numbah 1 was completely speechless, but his thinking was still quite logical by kid standards.
"You mean to say that there are other KND that we never knew about, and their comming here and we're going to meet them?" He asked, taking a breath. Numbah 4 nodded.
"See what you can learn from listening?" He said matter-of-factly. The rest of the kids where excited, unable to wait to meet another group just like themselves and find out what THEY did on their day-to-day basis. According to the rest of the speech from Numbah 4, the kids would be arriving shortly, within the next few hours. Numbah 1 didn't seem to excited. The only thing he wanted was to meet this other leader. This might be an interesting experience.
A few hours later, the parents where heard talking happily, conversing and laughing. A knock was heard on the door, Numbah 3 running happily to open the door, welcoming the new kids the only way she knew how.
Hugs.
Numbah 1 came to the door as well, watching them enter, a girl leading the way. He glanced at each of their faces, amazed at how different kids from another country could be. But one thing hadn't changed. There was a geek, with glasses five times the size of his small head and tiny body. The new kids greeted the others just as kindly as they had been, with the exception of one, whom Numbah 1 had been keeping his eye since she walked in the door. By the time they had all finnaly entered, the kids looked over their new guests, noticing them all behind the girl who had come in first, a completely serious gaze apon her face. She had a large pair of baggy purple jeans with black stripes, and a white Tank-top. She strided up to Numbah 1, eyes narrowing, a crooked smile passing over her face.
"So, you're the infamous Numbah 1 of the Kids Next Door." She cocked her head to the side, her curly black red-streaked hair falling over her shoulders and past her waist. "I suppose I expected something more.." She thought for a moment, her purple eyes flashing. "leader-ish?" She backed back to her group, hands on her hips, an almost sneer-like grin on her face now. The other kids gasped, unbelieving what they just heard. Numbah 1 only stood there, shades covering his eyes, and a large part of anger along with it. He only mumbled something inaudible to himself, nodding. That was no way to greet someone...
"Nice to meet you too.." She spoke up clearly, in an almost snotty tone. "Name's Lenai."
Numbah 1 crossed his arms, glaring at her dangerously before he just walked into another room, muttering "have a nice stay" or something of the likes which none of his comrades had understood, taking another glance back, before moving on. They simply shrugged it off, introducing themselves. The other kids finnaly got a chance to introduce themselves as well. The youngest, a girl with short little brown ponytails and a pair of overalls grinned.
"I'm Mimi!" She squeeked, waving a hand high, as if no-one could see her. The skinny boy with the huge glasses and frayed blonde hair stepped forward after.
"Salutations. My name is Grey." He adjusted his glasses, pocket-prtector and all, stepping back again. This one was a shy boy. The next came forward, a collored boy with baggy jeans and a backwards hat, a white bandanna under that to compliment with his bright yellow pants and black T.
"JC." He flipped some sign, going back again. The last of the kids was the most punk-dressed person that Numbah 4 had ever seen besides himself. His black hair was put in braided strands down his head and tied off with numerous collored ties. He wore a variety of necklaces about his neck, and an array of bracelets on both arms, as well as an earing.
"Just call me Oso." Was all he said before going back to his staring in the same direction he had just stopped staring in. Lenai grinned, sitting down with the rest of the kids. She then confirmed what the kids and Numbah 1 had been speculating over.
"I would be the leader of this group, if any of you should want to know." She leaned back casually. Numbah 5 spoke up, pop quizing her.
"So, what's your idea of a good leader then." trying to get back at the first insult to her leader.
"Let's see. I think a good leader has to be strong willed, smart of course, and never back down. All of the above or nothing." Numbah 1 re-entered the room a few minutes later, obviously getting over whatever upset he had within those last few minutes. Lenai gave him an almost cruel sideways glance, but he only returned with his own stare, now composed and sitting among the rest of the group. It was obvious to both groups that there was some kind of tension between the two.
"So, what have you all been doing?" Numbah 5 asked quickly to get a conversation started. Grey spoke up, writting down a note or two on a pad of paper he had in his hands constantly it seemed. Lenai grinned.
"We do just what you do, basically, get those annoying adults out of the way, is the main objective." Numbah 1 was officially happy with what he had just heard. He grinned, shaking everyone else's hand since he hadn't been able to before. He avoided Lenai, who was eyeballing him it seemed. But, as Numbah 5 watched the two, she could almost see some kind of admiration in her eyes, but she had to take a second look, for they where the same as they'd always been, and, for a moment, she had to convince herself she had ever looked like that to begin with. The conversation lasted a pretty long time, for a few hours at least untill they played a few games and went to bed for the night, sleeping in the main room with bags and pillows. Numbah 4 had made his way to where Numbah 1 decided to crash, shaking him on the shoulder quickly. He rolled over, glaring at him incoherently.
"Look, I gotta know! What's going on?" He demanded, but, almost regtretted every word spoken as his leader rolled his eyes in the most annoyed fassion, resting his head apon his arms in a quick motion. He did not think about her, nor turn his eyes in that direction.
"There's nothing going on." He mummbled under his breath.
"That girl's realy mean huh?"
"Sure."
"I just don't understand why you're all tense!"
"Right." His answers where becomming one-sylabled, so Numbah 4 decided it was time to quit.
"Well, night." A sigh was heard as he went back to his sleeping bag. His freind obviously didn't want to be talked to, but he still hadn't a clue why. He glanced over at Lenai, who wasn't asleep, but seemed to be talking with another of her group, though quiet enough so that the others couldn't hear. She was talking with Oso, who shook his head at something, laying down on his bag and turning over. She sighed in an almost upset tone, laying back down herself. Numbah 4 tried to make something of this, but nothing came. Those two just hated each other as soon as she walked in the door it seemed. He only smiled to himself, falling asleep. He'd talk to 1 later, when he was in a better mood.
Numbah 1, didn't fall asleep, being in such a trance of thought it was near impossible. He could only stare contently at the ceiling, but soon turned away from that. He'd also noticed the conversation going on only feet away. He turned away, not even interested in what she was saying. It didn't matter to him. He sighed. He would get her back for those insults. Nobody insulted Numbah 1 without regretting it. But what he didn't know as he fell asleep, calculating his revenge, was that the girl had indeed regretted it, and the conversation had been about him.
"Lenai, you're being to cruel." Her brother said to her, sitting up and speaking so no one could hear. She turned to him, sitting up as well. Her eyes became quiet, an almost upsetting smile on her face.
"If I don't, he'll never learn..."
"But why so hard? you're insulting the team on their own ground. It's disrespectfull." She smiled, laying back down after Oso had. She nodded her head slightly.
"I just can't help it. Every time I'd like to say something nice ot him...it ends up comming out the wrong way. It's..it's hard to understand. And, it worked with all the other teams." She sighed, glaring over in his direction. He probably hated her already, and she hadn't been here for even a few hours...
"Well, that's just you though. Try to be a little nicer would you." He was silent, turned over in his bag. She stayed awake for a few moments longer, thinking about what she could say. Her gaze suddenly turned cold, as she closed her eyes to the dark. It wasn't going to be that easy. She wouldn't let them control her.
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Part 2: Second Strike
-So, this is my first attempt, and KND belongs to the rightfull creators and authors, collorers..(weird word) and etc. The onyl characters that belong to me are Oso, Grey, Lenai, JC, and Mimi. I'm gonna draw them!! But anyhow, this is soley for entertainment and I am making no profit, so don't sue me man!
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Kirkou
----
Based on Christina Aguilera's song Fighter
----
A day in the life of a KND member.
1. Rally
2. Make crazy to plans to save the world from grown-ups.
3. Carry out the plans to save the world from grown-ups.
4. Watch in horrid fascination as several of the plans go up in smoke.
5. Go Home.
6. Relax.
7. Chase the ice-cream man for several hours strait.
For many of the only five members, this little agenda was becomming somewhat of a bore. They tried to seperate the ideas, maybe add in some new, but every time, they ended up going back to original. As usual. And, one time out of a thousand, to all of their dismays, they actually did NOT catch the ice-cream man, to numbah three's dismay and a hour-long tantrum. But none of them knew that their lives where about to make a total 180 in only a few hours.
"Hey! You're never gonna believe this!!" A boy ran in the room, late to the morning meeting. The other three kids glanced over, thankfull that he'd arrived then, or their leader might have had a fit. He jogged up to the podium, blonde hair bouncing over his eyes. "My ma knows these other grown-ups in some country, and their gonna come and visit us!" Numbah 1's eyes narrowed, cocking an eyebrow in irritation.
"You where ten minutes late just to tell me something that doesn't have anything to do with what's going on?" He asked, crossing his arms. Numbah 4 only continued to jump, finnaly taking the other by the shoulders. Numbah three jumped around, yelping something about "Parent party!!"
"You don't understand! Listen for a minute!! The parents all have kids, and I just found out that they're just like us!" He said excitedly. The other kids gasped in shock. Numbah 1 was completely speechless, but his thinking was still quite logical by kid standards.
"You mean to say that there are other KND that we never knew about, and their comming here and we're going to meet them?" He asked, taking a breath. Numbah 4 nodded.
"See what you can learn from listening?" He said matter-of-factly. The rest of the kids where excited, unable to wait to meet another group just like themselves and find out what THEY did on their day-to-day basis. According to the rest of the speech from Numbah 4, the kids would be arriving shortly, within the next few hours. Numbah 1 didn't seem to excited. The only thing he wanted was to meet this other leader. This might be an interesting experience.
A few hours later, the parents where heard talking happily, conversing and laughing. A knock was heard on the door, Numbah 3 running happily to open the door, welcoming the new kids the only way she knew how.
Hugs.
Numbah 1 came to the door as well, watching them enter, a girl leading the way. He glanced at each of their faces, amazed at how different kids from another country could be. But one thing hadn't changed. There was a geek, with glasses five times the size of his small head and tiny body. The new kids greeted the others just as kindly as they had been, with the exception of one, whom Numbah 1 had been keeping his eye since she walked in the door. By the time they had all finnaly entered, the kids looked over their new guests, noticing them all behind the girl who had come in first, a completely serious gaze apon her face. She had a large pair of baggy purple jeans with black stripes, and a white Tank-top. She strided up to Numbah 1, eyes narrowing, a crooked smile passing over her face.
"So, you're the infamous Numbah 1 of the Kids Next Door." She cocked her head to the side, her curly black red-streaked hair falling over her shoulders and past her waist. "I suppose I expected something more.." She thought for a moment, her purple eyes flashing. "leader-ish?" She backed back to her group, hands on her hips, an almost sneer-like grin on her face now. The other kids gasped, unbelieving what they just heard. Numbah 1 only stood there, shades covering his eyes, and a large part of anger along with it. He only mumbled something inaudible to himself, nodding. That was no way to greet someone...
"Nice to meet you too.." She spoke up clearly, in an almost snotty tone. "Name's Lenai."
Numbah 1 crossed his arms, glaring at her dangerously before he just walked into another room, muttering "have a nice stay" or something of the likes which none of his comrades had understood, taking another glance back, before moving on. They simply shrugged it off, introducing themselves. The other kids finnaly got a chance to introduce themselves as well. The youngest, a girl with short little brown ponytails and a pair of overalls grinned.
"I'm Mimi!" She squeeked, waving a hand high, as if no-one could see her. The skinny boy with the huge glasses and frayed blonde hair stepped forward after.
"Salutations. My name is Grey." He adjusted his glasses, pocket-prtector and all, stepping back again. This one was a shy boy. The next came forward, a collored boy with baggy jeans and a backwards hat, a white bandanna under that to compliment with his bright yellow pants and black T.
"JC." He flipped some sign, going back again. The last of the kids was the most punk-dressed person that Numbah 4 had ever seen besides himself. His black hair was put in braided strands down his head and tied off with numerous collored ties. He wore a variety of necklaces about his neck, and an array of bracelets on both arms, as well as an earing.
"Just call me Oso." Was all he said before going back to his staring in the same direction he had just stopped staring in. Lenai grinned, sitting down with the rest of the kids. She then confirmed what the kids and Numbah 1 had been speculating over.
"I would be the leader of this group, if any of you should want to know." She leaned back casually. Numbah 5 spoke up, pop quizing her.
"So, what's your idea of a good leader then." trying to get back at the first insult to her leader.
"Let's see. I think a good leader has to be strong willed, smart of course, and never back down. All of the above or nothing." Numbah 1 re-entered the room a few minutes later, obviously getting over whatever upset he had within those last few minutes. Lenai gave him an almost cruel sideways glance, but he only returned with his own stare, now composed and sitting among the rest of the group. It was obvious to both groups that there was some kind of tension between the two.
"So, what have you all been doing?" Numbah 5 asked quickly to get a conversation started. Grey spoke up, writting down a note or two on a pad of paper he had in his hands constantly it seemed. Lenai grinned.
"We do just what you do, basically, get those annoying adults out of the way, is the main objective." Numbah 1 was officially happy with what he had just heard. He grinned, shaking everyone else's hand since he hadn't been able to before. He avoided Lenai, who was eyeballing him it seemed. But, as Numbah 5 watched the two, she could almost see some kind of admiration in her eyes, but she had to take a second look, for they where the same as they'd always been, and, for a moment, she had to convince herself she had ever looked like that to begin with. The conversation lasted a pretty long time, for a few hours at least untill they played a few games and went to bed for the night, sleeping in the main room with bags and pillows. Numbah 4 had made his way to where Numbah 1 decided to crash, shaking him on the shoulder quickly. He rolled over, glaring at him incoherently.
"Look, I gotta know! What's going on?" He demanded, but, almost regtretted every word spoken as his leader rolled his eyes in the most annoyed fassion, resting his head apon his arms in a quick motion. He did not think about her, nor turn his eyes in that direction.
"There's nothing going on." He mummbled under his breath.
"That girl's realy mean huh?"
"Sure."
"I just don't understand why you're all tense!"
"Right." His answers where becomming one-sylabled, so Numbah 4 decided it was time to quit.
"Well, night." A sigh was heard as he went back to his sleeping bag. His freind obviously didn't want to be talked to, but he still hadn't a clue why. He glanced over at Lenai, who wasn't asleep, but seemed to be talking with another of her group, though quiet enough so that the others couldn't hear. She was talking with Oso, who shook his head at something, laying down on his bag and turning over. She sighed in an almost upset tone, laying back down herself. Numbah 4 tried to make something of this, but nothing came. Those two just hated each other as soon as she walked in the door it seemed. He only smiled to himself, falling asleep. He'd talk to 1 later, when he was in a better mood.
Numbah 1, didn't fall asleep, being in such a trance of thought it was near impossible. He could only stare contently at the ceiling, but soon turned away from that. He'd also noticed the conversation going on only feet away. He turned away, not even interested in what she was saying. It didn't matter to him. He sighed. He would get her back for those insults. Nobody insulted Numbah 1 without regretting it. But what he didn't know as he fell asleep, calculating his revenge, was that the girl had indeed regretted it, and the conversation had been about him.
"Lenai, you're being to cruel." Her brother said to her, sitting up and speaking so no one could hear. She turned to him, sitting up as well. Her eyes became quiet, an almost upsetting smile on her face.
"If I don't, he'll never learn..."
"But why so hard? you're insulting the team on their own ground. It's disrespectfull." She smiled, laying back down after Oso had. She nodded her head slightly.
"I just can't help it. Every time I'd like to say something nice ot him...it ends up comming out the wrong way. It's..it's hard to understand. And, it worked with all the other teams." She sighed, glaring over in his direction. He probably hated her already, and she hadn't been here for even a few hours...
"Well, that's just you though. Try to be a little nicer would you." He was silent, turned over in his bag. She stayed awake for a few moments longer, thinking about what she could say. Her gaze suddenly turned cold, as she closed her eyes to the dark. It wasn't going to be that easy. She wouldn't let them control her.
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Part 2: Second Strike
-So, this is my first attempt, and KND belongs to the rightfull creators and authors, collorers..(weird word) and etc. The onyl characters that belong to me are Oso, Grey, Lenai, JC, and Mimi. I'm gonna draw them!! But anyhow, this is soley for entertainment and I am making no profit, so don't sue me man!
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