I was watching Kids Next Door today, and I decided I wanted to write a ficcie for it. No big deal really…I just love the relation between Kuki and Wally (Numbah's three and four, if you don't know their names). If you like it then great—if you don't like it, well that's tough, life happens. Enjoy!

If Only You Could See

By Akina Hasegawa

It was a sweltering hot afternoon, nothing less of what you'd expect from the middle of summer. The parents of many a kid had said the phrase, "hot enough to boil an egg on the pavement," more than once that day, but they all knew it was just a lie—they had tried boiling an egg on the asphalt many times only to fail. Even so, it was still an extremely hot day, and almost every kid was at the swimming pool—all except for five kids, who were watching as kids flocked to the pool my the dozen on a tall hill over-looking the city.

The five were part of an organization—perhaps you've even heard of it. They were Numbers one through five of the Kids Next Door organization, and were ready to face their next challenge as operatives.

"Numbuh 5, do you see anything suspicious?" asked the balding leader, Nigel Uno. The one he had addressed as Numbuh 5 put the binoculars she had held to her eyes.

"Nothin' yet, Numbuh 1," she said. She was the only member of the team with dark skin, and the second girl, but she didn't really care about discrimination—there was another girl, and who cared what her skin tone was? She certainly didn't and neither did her team. And isn't racial discrimination a little old-fashioned anyway? she thought to herself. Her thoughts quickly dispersed as the girl beside her giggled almost uncontrollably.

"This is gonna be soooo much fun!" a girl with long black hair squealed. "Can we swim after we're done with this mission?" A round-ish kid next to her nodded his head vigorously.

"Yeah!" he said. "I mean, it's so freaking hot out…We could at least take a dip after we're done here. What do you say Numbuh 1? Huh? Can we?" Nigel, or Numbuh 1 as his fellow operative called him, frowned before he answered.

"We'll see," he said sternly, "but we really need to concentrate on the mission right now." He turned his gaze back to the pool, where numerous kids still ran, standing next to Numbuh 5, while his three less serious partners talked among themselves.

"Man, this totally blows!" said a short blond kid, in his thick, Australian accent. "We should be down there with the rest of those kids, cooling off and just having a rockin' summer, but instead we're stuck on a stupid mission. Ugh, I'll be glad when this is over so we can get in the water."

"But Numbuh 4, you can't swim yet!" said the enthusiastic girl with black hair. "So how can you enjoy the pool?"

"Sh-shut up!" stuttered Numbuh 4. "I'm a fast learner…I'll learn in no time! Like you could teach me or something!"

"Ooh, I was just thinking the same thing!" the girl replied cheerily. "Maybe I could hold you up above the water and--"

"Gah! You stupid girl! I'm not a kid!" Numbuh 4 stuttered, a blush starting to creep onto his face.

"Then why are you in the Kids Next Door?" the girl asked innocently. She then narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Or are you a spy?" she asked.

"Of course I'm not a spy!" Numbuh 4 yelled. "What the heck gives you that crazy idea? Ugh, you're so dense sometimes, you know that?" The girl still glared at the hot-tempered blond, but this time in anger instead of suspicion.

"Well, I was just doing my job as a Kid's Next Door to look out for spies," she said coolly. "And you don't have to get so mad at me just because I want to help you learn how to swim."

"Come on, Numbuh 3," said the round kid from behind her, "let's go over there. Wallaby obviously doesn't want our company." Numbuh 3 looked at Numbuh 4—or Wallaby, as the pudgy kid had just called him—for a minute more, then turned on her heel and skipped after him, leaving Numbuh 4 standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face. He looked over the city, his eyes resting on the pool, and started muttering to himself.

"I really do have crappy taste in girls," he said to himself, "and what did she mean she'd help me learn how to swim? Crazy girl…" He slowly walked over to join his comrades, standing on the opposite side of Number One, as far from Number Three as he could be.

"So what's the plan, boss?" asked the pudgy kid, putting a hand over his brow to look over the hillside at the pool—it looked so refreshing from up there under the hot sun. Numbuh 1 put down his crudely made binoculars before turning to face the other kid.

"We're going to sneak in there, looking like regular kids enjoying the pool. Then, when the lifeguards are busy, we sneak into their headquarters and locate King Sandy. Once we fin him, we can shut down his little shenanigan. Does everyone remember their stations?" Everyone nodded in response. "All right, then," he continued, "let's go kick some Sandy behind!" And with that they ran down the hill, stripping off their clothing to reveal swimsuits, and throwing their clothes in bushes as they sped off. They jumped the fence easily, then, without trying to look too conspicuous, jumped in the pool, except for Numbuh 4, who couldn't swim.

Numbuh 1 swam over to the edge, jumping out quickly, and walked as casually as he could manage over to the snack bar, where he could monitor who came in and out of the lifeguard's "headquarters." Numbuh's 3 and 2 walked over to the water slide, and Numbuh's 4 and 5 snuck over to the deeper of the three pools at the aquatic center. While Numbuh 5 jumped into the water, Numbuh 4 sat at a bench near the water, looking nervously at the water, knowing he'd have to face it sometime during their mission. He decided it was pointless to worry about something like a little pool water, so he looked around for something—anything—to distract him. His eyes searched frantically for a moment, but there was nothing but water everywhere. He was suddenly regretting ever coming to the pool in the first place. Just when he was about to get up and go find Numbuh 1 and ask him if he could switch positions with him, when a paper plate topped with half-eaten nachos appeared in front of his nose. He cried out in surprise, and scrambled away from the cheesy chips frantically, until he saw who was holding them.

"Open wide, Wally!" said Numbah 4 with a giggle. "I know nachos are your favorite!" She tried to hand the nachos to Numbah 4, but he only pushed them away, his heart still slowing it's frantic beat.

"Numbah 3, you're supposed to be at your post!" he said irritably, sitting up straighter so her could look her in the eyes. "Why are over here of all places? Can't you stay put for once?" He started to stand up, but, with a wary look at the water, sat back down on the adjustable lawn chair. Numbah 3 only smiled and sat down next to him.

"I know how you get around water," she said, "and thought you might be a little lonely, since everyone else is swimming. So, I decided to come and see you, and bring you you're favorite snack, even though I ate a bit. I thought I could cheer you up, and I really wanted to make you happy!" Numbah 4 raised his eyebrows.

"What made you think I wasn't happy?" he asked. Numbah 3 giggled.

"I don't know. You just seemed depressed ever since Numbah 1 mentioned we'd be doing a mission at the pool. It was just a feeling, I guess." She smiled as nonchalantly as had before, then made herself comfy on the lawn chair and started nibbling on the nachos. Numbah 4 just stared, not even attempting to take a nacho. It wasn't long before he noticed his face was getting warm, and he felt a blush creeping over hi face and the back of his neck. He shook his head, then stood up quickly—so quickly he nearly fell in, and would have, had Numbah 3 not grabbed him before hand—and walked as fast as he could towards the snack bar. He muttered something about the nachos being hers, now that she had eaten half of them, and he was going to get his own.

He didn't go to the snack bar—instead he went to the shallowest of the pools, also known as the "kiddy pool," and stuck his feet in the water. He had been staring at the water in silence for most of the time, but when he saw his face was still slightly red in his reflection, the started kicking rapidly to get rid of the clear surface. There weren't many kids in this pool—he seemed to be one of the only kids his age who couldn't swim yet. He knew it was embarrassing and humiliating, but he didn't care. He couldn't swim yet—he had almost drowned as a kid, so he didn't want to learn, now that he had established a new phobia of the water. He didn't want to be seen getting lessons from a girl either, let alone Numbah 3. He was still thinking about this when he heard a whistle—not just any whistle, but the whistle of a lifeguard.

That's the signal, he though, Time to put this plan in action. And with that he ran as fast as he could back to the deep pool.

Chapter 1: End

Woah, that was interesting! XD Be sure to read the next chapter!