Rating: M

Pairing: Randy/Heidi

Author's Notes: I know what you all must be thinking. You all are probably like, "What are you doing, Mr. Alaska? You've been on Hiatus for all this time, and now you're starting a NEW story? What the hell?" Well, I have a good reason for that. You see, I don't want to burn myself out on writing for just one story. And, since I've lost a lot of inspiration to write for all my other stories, I figured I'd start up a new story. But don't worry, I have no intention of going on another two-year Hiatus again, like I've said before. I just don't wanna burn myself out on writing on a single story. And, since I found myself enjoying Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja recently, and because there aren't a lot of fanfics for it, I thought I'd give it a go. Again, I just want to add something new to my list of stories. I hope you all enjoy reading this story, because I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy writing it.

P.S: The first chapter is going to be rather short, compared to most of my chapters. But this is just to give you all a taste of what this story will be about. XD

Chapter 1: The New Threat

Ring!

'Finally! I'm freaking starving,' Randy Cunningham thought excitedly, as he and the rest of his class began getting up from their desks. 'Not to mention Howard totally owes me lunch money.'

Randy Cunningham had gone through some changes in the two years of being the Ninja. Now a Junior, Randy stood at around 5'8", almost the same height as Bash was, who had graduated a year earlier. He kept his hair in the same style from when he was a Freshman, with the only difference being it was slightly longer now. His physique hadn't changed all that much, either. He was still really slender and lean. But after years of fighting both the Sorcerer and Hannibal McFist, Randy now had some noticeable muscle to his build. He wasn't ripped, mind you, but he did seem more physically fit, as apposed to his skinny, no-muscle 9th grade body. His wardrobe had changed, as well. Now, Randy wore a black zip-up hoodie, with the sleeves torn off at the elbow. Underneath that, he wore a plain white tank-top. He also had on a pair of baggy black cargo pants and a pair of red/black tennis shoes.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulders, Randy buried his hands in his pockets and casually made his way out of the classroom.

He has been the Ninja for almost two and a half years now. And in that time, Randy had gotten so used to fighting both Stank'd classmates and McFist's ridiculous array of robotic creations, that he found himself predicting whenever an attack was going to happen, with him being surprisingly right most of the time. At times, he even found himself getting bored from the encounters. It was almost becoming like a tedious chore than a duty.

But, putting those thoughts aside, Randy instead turned his attention to the other students in the hall. As he came into view of the cafeteria's doors, Randy let out a tired sigh. Everyone else from Freshman year were pretty much the same as Juniors. Julian was still a creeper, fascinated with anything/everything relating to darkness, death and misery. Bucky was still in the school band, playing the triangle. Morgan and her friends were the same bratty, sassy dancers they've always been. The list went on from there.

'Well, at least Bash and his goons are gone,' Randy thought happily, as he opened the doors to the cafeteria. As he made his way towards his and Howard's usual table, Randy let out a sigh. Despite their changes over the years, he and Howard were still viewed as uncool. Sure, it wasn't as bad as when they were Freshmen. No one bullied them or anything like that. But as Juniors, they still weren't held in high regards from most of the Juniors and Seniors. And while they did get some respect from the lower grades, he figured it was only because he and Howard were higher up on the grade system than them. But, deciding not to feel sorry for himself, Rand just shrugged it off and sat down in his usual spot, waiting for his best friend to show up.

And sure enough, five minutes later, Howard finally arrived.

Howard barely changed since Freshman year. He was still as large and in charge as ever, still wore the same clothes and had the same hair style. The only difference now was he was taller, standing only a couple inches below Randy, and the light peach fuzz on his chin. "Sorry I'm late, Cunningham," he apologized, as he took a seat across from Randy. "I had to borrow some lunch money from Heidi again."

"Dude, how much money do you think you owe her by now?" Randy asked, pulling his bag lunch out of his backpack. "I mean, seriously. You borrow money from her every other day. You must be pushing close to $150 by now or something."

Howard chuckled. "What can I say? We're brother and sister. She loves me." Randy raised an eyebrow, knowing better than to think that was a legitimate answer. Rolling his eyes, Howard sighed. "Fiiiine... Heidi dented our parents' car the other day. She was freaking out so I said I'd take the blame. I told them I accidentally tripped and slammed into it..." He paused when he saw a smug grin forming on Randy's face. "Go on, Cunningham," Howard continued, narrowing his eyes. "Make a fat joke. I dare ya."

"Who? Me?" Randy asked, sounding innocent and offended. "Nooooo. I would never do that... Not to your face, anyway," he added quietly, even though he knew Howard would hear it. The two sent smug looks at each other before Randy continued. "So, how did your parents react to you denting their car?"

Howard sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, they were pissed, but not as pissed as I was expecting. I was expecting them to make me pay for the repairs, but instead, they just scolded me and gave me a week of grounding."

"Aaaaaaaaw... That was so sweet of you, Howard," Randy sang, placing his hands over-top his heart and fluttering his eyelashes. "Protecting you big sis from your mean old parents. That's just too adorable."

"As if, Cunningham," Howard snorted back in disgust, rolling his eyes. "I just couldn't let that "You owe me big time" opportunity pass me by. It isn't everyday I get something I can blackmail Heidi with. So when this one appeared, I pounced on it. She's lucky I'm only making her do my homework the whole week I'm grounded. After all the times she blackmailed us, I would say she got off pretty easy..."

Randy sighed and shook his head as he pulled out his ham sandwich from his bag. As Howard went on with his rant about Heidi, he took a second to see if the girl was actually around. After a few seconds of looking around, he spotted her over by the lunch line, talking to some of her friends.

Heidi Weinerman, unlike her younger brother, had change dramatically over the span of two and a half years. She, at the age of 18, was still the most popular girl in school, still broadcast her web-cam show "Heidi School!" and was still one of the most sought after girls in school. Her hair was a little longer, just like Randy's. But now, she had her long orange hair brushed back and was held in place with a bright pink hairband. She had also replaced her white blouse with a red, short sleeve t-shirt, with the words "I'm Irresistible" written on it in big, cursive letters. Over that was a black dress vest, which was unbuttoned. Heidi had also replaced her red skirt with a pair of blue Bell Bottom pants, and had on a new pair of white slip-on shoes.

Another thing that has changed over the years was his relationship with Heidi. While it wasn't too obvious to most, Randy and Heidi had become friends, so to speak. It wasn't like his friendship with Howard. It was more like neither of them found the other to be as annoying as before. Sure, they would talk casually to one another if there was something to talk about. But other than that, they never really hung out. In fact, the only time they even saw one another outside of school was when he came over to their house to hang out with Howard.

But, in the end, Randy was just happy she finally knew his name... It might have taken years for her to do it, but he was happy, nevertheless.

"You okay there, Cunningham?" All of a sudden, Randy's deep thoughts were shattered by the sound of his friends elevated voice and the sound of snapping fingers. Returning to the realm of consciousness, Randy shook his head violently and looked back at Howard, who was sending him a raised eyebrow. "You alright, dude? You were spacing out there for a second."

"... Sorry, I'm just a little tired from Ms. Johnson's class," he lied, sitting up straight. "I swear, that class couldn't have ended fast enough... And your rant about Heidi wasn't much help either." He snickered when Howard frowned. "C'mon man. I'm just kidding. I find your personal life with your sister quite intriguing. I promise."

"Whatever, smart-ass," Howard grunted, taking a drink from his chocolate. "You're just lucky you-!" However, before Howard could finish his sentence, he was suddenly cut off by the school's intercom.

"Good evening, students," Principal Slimovitz announced, causing all the conversations in the cafeteria in come to a sudden halt. "As you all may know already, next Friday is going to be the annual Junior/Senior Dance. Tickets will be on sale next week for $20 a person, Monday-Thursday. Remember students, it will be a formal dance, so no civilian clothes or shoes. The dance will be from 7:00pm to midnight. Have your tickets ready at the door or you won't be granted admission. Again, tickets will be on sale here at the office next week, Monday-Thursday. Thank you." When the intercom tuned out, everyone in the cafeteria stayed quiet momentarily. But, after a few seconds, the conversations started back up again.

"Great," Randy mumbled sarcastically, massaging the bridge of his nose, "I forgot that the big dance is going to be next week."

"What's wrong? Don't have anyone to go with?"

"That's not it, Howard," Randy answered, sounding a little annoyed. "You remember what happens every year at the Junior/Senior Dance, don't you?" Howard opened his mouth to answer, but Randy continued before he could even say anything. "Someone always gets dumped, stood-up or humiliated at this dance. And that, as you should already know, leads to someone getting Stank'd." Randy sighed again, before taking another bite of his sandwich. "Even if I did have someone to take, I wouldn't even be able to relax because I know it's going to happen... And of course, being the Ninja," he added, whispering, "I'll have to be there without a date, further diminishing my already piss-poor re-!" Randy suddenly stopped. Remembering Howard's question, he looked up. "Are you taking someone?"

The heavy-set teen didn't answer immediately. At first, he just sat there with a long, cocky grin on his face. "Yup, I'm taking Debbie Kang," he answered, sounding quite pleased with himself. Randy arched his eyebrows, feeling a mix between being proud and jealous for his friend. "Yes sir. That's what the Weinerman charm will do for you. All you have to do is act cool, walk with a little swag, and BOOM! Instant irresistibly, my friend." He then flicked the collar of his jacket, with smugness all but radiating from his being. "I would show you, but I'm afraid it's a closely guarded family secret."

Rolling his eyes, Randy chuckled. "Congrats, man. I'm happy for you."

"But seriously, Cunningham," Howard continued, sounding a little more serious. "You should at least try to ask someone out. How about Theresa?"

"Going with Julian," Randy replied, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Morgan?"

"Not going. Too "cool" for it."

"... Flute Girl?"

Randy sent him a disgusted look. "First off, there is no way in hell would I ask her out. Secondly, she going with Bucky."

"... Well shit," Howard said, scratching the back of his neck. "Those were the only girl we know. Maybe you can ask-!"

"Howard, dude, it's okay," Randy sighed, interrupting his friend again. "I can just hang out near you and Debbie before shit goes down. It isn't a big deal. I'll kick it with you two until the dancing starts, hang out by the snack bar, get laugh at by a couple guys, then regroup after the Stank'd person is dealt with..." He paused and dawned a small smile. "I'm the Ninja, after all. I've got more important things to worry about than some stupid dance."

Randy hid it well, but he was really depressed about this whole situation. It was times like these where he genuinely wished he hadn't been chosen to be the Ninja. The responsibilities were almost too much for one person to bare. He was responsible not just for protecting Norrisville, but possibly the entire world from the Sorcerer and his evil magic. And if that wasn't hard enough, he also had to deal with Hannibal McFist trying to destroy him. All that, AND he still had to continue going to school every day as if he was an ordinary kid. But while ordinary kids were thinking about tests, girls, and dances, Randy was more concerned about protecting everyone from an evil 800 year-old Sorcerer, hellbent on plunging the world into chaos and darkness...

So yeah, Randy had more things to worry about than most students.

But, putting on a convincing smile, Randy wiggled his eyebrow. "Sooooooo," he began, "you and Debbie Kang, huh? You gonna tell me everything, or are you just gonna leave your best bro hanging?" Howard knew Randy was faking the smile and the cheerful demeanor. He knew Cunningham long enough to know when he was really interested in something, and when he just wanted to change a subject. So, deciding it was best not to push the matter, Howard sighed and went on to tell Randy the story.

…. Little did they know of what danger was about to befall them...

800 Yards Away...

Laying prone atop a building a little more than 800 yards away laid a man, staring down the scope on a semi-automatic Dragunov sniper rifle, with the cross-hairs fixed on the window into the cafeteria. The armed gunman had on a black ski mask and a pair of sunglasses, completely shrouding any and all of his facial features. He had on a military grade black bulletproof vest, a pair of fingerless black leather gloves, a pair of dark green camouflage cargo pants, and a pair of black combat boots, which had a Bowie Knife attached to either side. Laying next to him was a large gym bag, filled with even more firearms.

"Are you in position?" The masked man reached up when he heard his employer's voice come through on his headset.

"Affirmative," he answered in a deep Boston accent, as he checked to make sure his rifle was fully loaded. "I'm approximately 800 yards from the school. Lunch period is underway." After confirming his gun was indeed full, he closed the chamber and clicked off the safety.

"Good. Do you understand your objective, Mr. Clayton?"

"Eliminate the Ninja and bring back his mask," he replied dryly, focusing his scope onto the windows of the cafeteria.

"Correct. And just to be clear, no harm is to befall the Ninja's mask. Kill him anyway you see fit, but the mask is not to be damaged in any shape or form. Understand?"

"Affirmative."

"Good... Oh, and Mr. Clayton?"

"Yes, Mr. Fujimoto?"

"I only desire the Ninja dead. Please try to minimize civilian casualties... Because from what I've heard about you, you appear to be somewhat of a "loose cannon" as it were?"

Clayton let out a chuckle. "I prefer "remorseless killer" personally. "Loose cannons" are more of a hard-boiled cop thing." When the comment didn't get a response, Clayton let out a sigh. "Alright. Minimal civilian casualties."

"Thank you, Mr. Clayton. And I'm sure I don't have to remind you not to underestimate the Ninja and his abilities. He may be a mere teenage boy, but with that mask, he is a adversary that is not to be taken lightly."

"Understood," Clayton agreed, steadying his aim on the school. "I've seen the footage. I know what to expect."

"Good. But just in case something goes wrong-!"

"Nothing will go wrong," the assassin corrected. "Nothing ever goes wrong when I'm behind the trigger."

"... I see..." There was another pause. "Good luck, Mr. Clayton."

When he heard his employer end the transmission, Clayton reached into his pocket, and pulled out his iPod. Turning the volume up all the way, he went through his playlist and came to the song he wanted. "Man of the Hour" by Virtuoso. As the song began to play, Clayton pushed his sunglasses onto his forehead, and zeroed in on the school once again. "Well," he chuckled, tightening his hold on his rifle, "I guess it's time to go to work."

And then, he pulled the trigger.

To Be Continued...

You got to love cliffhangers, don't ya? I used to HATE them before I actually started using them, myself. I know, I'mma douche. But hey, that's just how I roll, yo! So how did you all like it? Has potential? I'm probably gonna update this one again before I go back to my Ed Edd Eddy story again. Like I said, I just felt like writing something new. Hope you all enjoyed it. IF YOU SEE ANY SPELLING MISTAKES, PLEASE TELL ME. XD