This is my first KND fic, so I hope you all enjoy it.

If there's anything you think that needs to be fixed, constructive criticism is accepted. Other than that, please read and enjoy.

"Move yer lazy rump, teenager!" Fanny barked, standing behind the now thirteen year old operative with her mustard gun pointing into his back. Evidently, she was taking him to the decommissioning chamber.

Expecting this day with the treatment he'd receive by the redhead, the operative did not oppose or resist Fanny's adamant pushes and shoves. Though he did not slack or drag his feet, Fanny insisted on finding some bizarre reason to yell at him for slowing down.

"Stupid boy," The girl growled. "Always lollygagging 'cause they don't wont to listen to me. Well ya know whot? Too bad!"

The operative went on, ignoring her rude calls and inaccurate accusations. He proceeded forward with his posture erect, head held high, and face calm and blank. Whatever would be happening now he would not remember in an hour, so there was no use in getting worked up.

They continued down the hall, passing by the supreme leader, who was conversing with a handful of operatives. As involved as she appeared to be, the supreme leader seemed distracted by the usual sight of Fanny dragging a thirteen year old operative to the decommissioning chamber.

"Numbuh 86," The supreme leader called.

"Sir," Fanny saluted, beckoning the 'teen' to halt.

"What are you doing with Number 31 – he's not thirteen yet."

Normally Fanny would roll her eyes, but being in the presence of the supreme leader compelled her to hold her composure and respond appropriately. Plus, being that the supreme leader was a girl, Fanny had a higher tolerance for her occasional ignorance. Had it been anyone else, boy or girl, she would have snapped back.

"Today is June 4," Numbuh 86 replied. "If you check his information, June 4 is his birthday and he is now thirteen."

A bit surprised, the supreme leader looked at the boy. "Harry, is that true?"

"It is," Harry replied. "Don't worry about me, Numbuh 362, I'll be fine. I just won't remember any of this, that's all."

"You're certainly brave, dude," One of the operatives with Numbuh 362 commented.

"Alright," Fanny cut in. "Enough chit-chat. Only Numbuh 362 can speak to this operative right now! I suggest ya keep yer mouth shut, Numbuh 60!"

"Just trying to give him courage," Numbuh 60 replied exasperatedly. "Keep your kilt on sister."

Being Fanny, she had to snap back. "SHUT UP YA STUPID BOY!"

Rolling his eyes, Numbuh 60 deliberately turned his back on her. Had he not been busy speaking with the other operatives and the supreme leader, he would've stalked down the hall and found something to occupy his time. But now he was confined in a very spacious location with Fanny's uncontrollable anger constantly taking up room.

"Let me just say goodbye to Harry," Numbuh 362 requested, approaching the thirteen year old operative. "He's my cousin."

"And ya didn't know today was his birthday," Fanny snapped, realizing that she had just spoken back to her supreme leader. Luckily, Numbuh 362 was too busy bidding farewell to her cousin.

"It's not like I'm going to forget you, Rachel," Harry coolly assured his cousin. "I'll see you tonight at my birthday party, but I just won't remember this." He indicated the walls of the moonbase with his head.

Again, had it not been Rachel, Fanny would've ripped the two apart and dragged Numbuh 31 by his collar to the decommissioning chamber. Being the case that it was Rachel, her supreme leader, she bit her lower lip and paced around impatiently while the two spoke for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, the two broke up.

"See ya," Rachel said solemnly.

"Tonight," Harry smiled, causing a smile on his cousin's lips, despite the slight pain and grief she was experiencing.

"Alright, alright!" Fanny cut in, nudging the teen with her 'gun'. "Get yerself moving. You are scheduled for decommissioning and I intend to get that done!"

"Too bad you aren't so proactive with your homework," Harry taunted, remembering that when he was younger, Fanny and Rachel would procrastinate on their assignments.

In response, Numbuh 31 received a hard jab in the back from the mustard gun's tip. It didn't hurt too much; it was just annoying.

Once again he found himself walking down the halls of moonbase, continuously being yelled at by the girl behind him. Very few times did Harry actually hear her speak during his times as an operative. At such times, she actually had a nice voice, which made her seem approachable. But her constant yelling would ward off anybody on her bad side – which was not a challenge to accomplish.

Numbuh 86 was tired of finding excuses for yelling at Harry, but she couldn't just quietly lead him to the decommissioning chamber. Because she was Fanny, she had to keep yelling. But in order to keep yelling, she needed someone to either oppose her or do something stupid. Harry did neither.

"Why are ye so quiet?" Fanny barked, sick of listening to her thoughts when she was doing her job.

Harry shrugged, his back towards her. "Nothing for me to say. Why, you need someone to talk to?"

"Not to a boy," Fanny retorted.

"Alright then, I'll keep quiet," Harry answered, not even turning back to see Fanny's face change to the color of her hair. She fought to contain her anger.

Finally they reached the decommissioning chamber, where four seats were aligned in a circle, facing outwards. Harshly, Fanny pushed Harry towards one of the chairs. Obediently, Harry sat down and allowed himself to be strapped – not that he would want to escape. He had no other options.

Like a drill sergeant, Fanny paced around before the teen, hands behind her back.

"Alright, listen up," She began, looking at Harry, expecting to either see a face growing white with fear, red with anger and determination, or drooping with sadness. But the girl saw neither.

"This is the decommissioning chamber," she explained. "In a few moments ya will lose yer memory. Ya will no longer recall anything about the Kids Next Door."

Still Harry remained stoic.

Fanny felt herself irritated by Harry's calm disposition. Certainly by now he should be afraid. Why wasn't he? She had grown so used to operatives fighting her or at least opposing the fact that they had to be decommissioned. Harry's compliance nearly frightened her.

"I'm ready," Harry said, perching himself upright, waiting for the procedure to begin.

"Ah don't understand," Fanny shook her head. "Why ye so calm? Hello, yer being decommissioned within minutes. Aren't ya goin' ta at least feel something?"

Harry looked up at Fanny and looked at her straight in the eye. "I do feel something, Number 86. But you know what? As a cadet I knew that on my thirteenth birthday I'd be sitting in the decommissioning chamber like I am now. When I became an operative, I accepted that fate. And plus, with you as the head of decommissioning, why bother running away? You'd hunt me down and I'd be wasting my efforts and dignity trying to get away from you.

"Life may be different and I am upset that in an hour from now I won't be remembering what I'm telling you now. But you will. You will remember what I'm saying. I'll be going to bed tonight not remembering this conversation, my experiences, and even some things I love and hate. But I accept that. I do not like it and I certainly am not excited about being decommissioned."

Fanny broke the eye contact. His words ran through her ears into the very core of her essence. She tried to shake off the feeling, but the power in his words would not leave, and she knew they were true.

"Ya certainly are no longer a kid," she growled, tapping her finger uneasily on the handle of her weapon. "Because ye are speaking like a wisenheimer."

"Better than sounding ignorant," Harry retorted. "Listen Fanny, we get older; that's life. There's growing up and becoming an angry and malicious adult, but there's growing up and maturing."

"Both are evil," Fanny snapped.

Harry shook his head. "What's wrong with maturing?"

"It's a grown up word, that's whot's wrong!"

"You are so blind," Harry sighed, dropping his head. He lifted his face to look at Numbuh 86 straight in the eyes. With all the courage he could muster, and knowing that this may be the last he would say before being decommissioned, he spoke his thought:

"Now I see why you do not have any friends. And you know what else? It's kids like you who grow up to be adults like the villains we have now!"

Shock was Fanny's first reaction, which was quickly enveloped by anger. Parts of her wanted to slap Harry so hard that he would pass out before the decommissioning procedure. No! She wanted to decommission him now – make him regret for what he dared utter. But then, how would he regret if he could not remember?

Tears were fighting to breach out of her eyes, but she managed to keep them at bay with a few blinks of her eyes.

"Alright, ya stupid boy, ye are going to be decommissioned right now!" She turned around to another operative and signaled him with a wave of her hand. "Start the procedure. NOW!"

Saluting, the operative pushed a few buttons and twisted a couple of knobs.

Harry erected himself, watching as a television screen descended before him. For a split second, the teen looked at his reflection, relishing his last moments of his memory before he would lose it. It was not enough time before the plunger protruded out of the screen, distorting his reflection and crashing into his face.

The rubber squeezed against the flesh on his face and plunged him back and forth. A little bit of Harry wanted to fight to keep his memory in check, but he knew he should refrain. As the plunger pulled away from his face, it took his memories with it.

I hope you all liked it! I am planning to add a second chapter, which will conclude the story.