Hey guys, thanks for being patient, hope you guys still like it and its not too OOC!
Randy looked questioningly at the fly as it flew robotically. He could have swirn he fought something like this before.
"I could have sworn I fought a fly before." Randy mentioned out loud. He shrugged his black clad shoulders. "Viceroy must be running out of juice." He was about to flip over to the fly and slice it up, when he remembered the nomicon's words.
"Right. I can't underestimate this enemy. Viceroy doesn't just make monsters twice. He makes them better! Gotta be careful." By this time Howard had made his way over out of boredom. He discovered the scene of Randy in a defensive position facing the seemingly harmless fly. Randy advanced to the fly very cautiously, and leapt to one side when he felt he was close enough that it might activate something in the robot. He peaked behind his to see all that had happened was the fly took flight from his sudden movement.
"Come on, Cunningham, you look like a shoob!" Howard reprimanded him. Randy put a determined face on.
"Alright. Even if this robot is somehow better maybe, the best defense-" He unsheathed his sword. "-is offense!" He quickly made his way over and slide underneath the hovering thing, giving a slice to the under belly, effectively pouring the seemingly harmless bug juice all over his body.
"Woah! Gross." The ninja commented, making a move to remove the slime from his clothes. But it quickly dissolved into his clothes, being absorbed into his skin, and into his bloodstream. "Ah... that was easy." Randy said to himself.
"Finally, can we go back now? I'm bored." Randy was still skeptically looking over his seemingly fine body.
"Ok, hold on wait. There was nothing to freak out about earlier! I didn't underestimate my enemy, if anything, I over estimated my enemy! This was wank! I gotta speak to the nomicon." The ninja sat down into a crossed leg position, pulling out his book.
"Aw, man, really?!" Howard gave that last protest as the ninja oof-ed into the book.
He was sucked deeper into the swirling mass of the nomicon before he was stopped in front of a giant chalkboard.
"What the juice nomicon? You told me not to underestimate my enemy, but that was just paranoia on your part! My enemy was just as easy as any other. Up above where he could not be seen, a figure was stressing, flipping through the data base of the nomicon, just barely registering what Randy was saying. He knew he should be more concerned, not just for Norrisville, but for the person who would soon suffer the most, but he's the one that didn't listen. He waved his hand flippantly at the sketchbook to portray his thoughts down at the most recent ninja.
The chalkboard began to have letter formed on it. Never under estimate your enemy. The enemy word was highlighted, underlined, and had exclaimation points after it. The words erased.
The ninja must not forgot who the enemy truly is. Another erasing session. The Sorcerer must never learn the secrets inside the nomicon. You must never teach him your art of war.*
The figure didn't even bother to listen to whatever the ninja might say to those words, he probably won't even know what it means. But he knew whatever he tried to prepare the ninja for was too little too late. And all his hope was now what he might find in the ancient words of the nomicon, way back to when it was first being conceived. He just hope he could find it before it's too late.
The figure registered Randy concluding his sentence with something that sounded like how the Socerer couldn't get the book through a bug, and honestly was frustreated with the clueless teen enough to wave his hand again and have the chalkboard smash over his head to knock him out the book. But then he felt bad. He would be through enough later. He continued frantically searching.
Back outside the nomicon, Howard was about to try and draw on the Ninja's face when he came back from his trance with a gasping breath. Howard flailed his arms around before hiding his arms, thus the pen, behind his back. Randy gave him a hard skeptical glare that could kill.
"Were you about to draw on my face?"
"Yooouuuer... can you prove that in court?" He asked, as the ninja stood up, and took off his mask, turning back into Randy.
"Most likely. Bring your hands out from behind your back." He said as they started walking back towards the front of the school.
"No!"
"So you were!"
"Nu-uh!..." They continued like that all the way home.
That night Randy had a fitful night. He tossed and turned in his sleep, feeling uncomfortable, and not being able to help himself. It was like the uncomfortability was under his skin!
Under the sewer somewhere, the Sorcerer reveled in the new feeling.
"I can feel it! The ninja! My powers are slowly infiltrating his system. And soon I'll have complete control over him. And I didn't even have to do it by force. This is the genius of viceroy, hmmm?" He mumbled to himself. "It's getting stronger, I just have to wait..."
The next day, Randy came to school hunched forward sleepily, with bags under his eyes. Howard met up with him.
"Whoa, Cunningham, you look awful!" Howard commented. Randy gave a weak glare in his direction.
"Thanks, that means a lot."
"What happened? Late night monster? Surprise attack robot? Munchies?"
"No! I just... couldn't sleep! At least not well. When I did, it were these... murky nightmares that woke me up, and when I did wake up, I was so uncomfortable, like sleeping on... toys that were under the mattress, ahg!" Randy, groaned out remembering the frustrating night. Howard looked up to him.
"Huh, were you saying something boring? I wasn't listening." Randy gave a harder glare in his direction.
"Yea, like you ever are." Randy commented snidely, and pointed shoved past Howard, n matter how sleepily weak it was. Howard looked slightly shocked after him. He never really got mad before when Howard said things like that. He was Howard! The mean judge. The manipulator. the lazy one who depended on Randy for ideas! Howard ran to catch up with his slouching retreating form.
"Hey man, you ok?" He asked. Randy barely gave him a glance sideways. Randy didn't know why, he just felt so irritated with Howard today. With everything really. The bright lights of the Sun, the cheery, well-slept faces of Norriseville high. He had half a mind to turn to the ninja and just create chaos. Little did he know that half of his mind wasn't really his.
Howard eventually decided to leave him alone, figuring he'd feel better after some space, and maybe rest. So he also had to cover for him at times, so he could lay his head down and sleep in class. This happened for 1-4th period and then it was lunch. It did seem to Howard Randy was feeling better. He was at least waving his arms while he slept.
"So... how you feeling?" Howard asked.
"Better. You know, it is surprisingly easier to sleep on these school desks. It's a lot more comfortable here than at home, at least." He said in a slightly chipper tone. Howard sighed a breath of relief.
"And you know what I realize? You follow me around like a puppy." Randy said, slightly turning to Howard, and pinching his cheek. Howard saw a weird glint in his eyes, like he was going to do something mischievous at any time. He could only gape up at him and his remark. "It's kinda cute. But mostly pathetic. What would you do if I decided to stop talking to you for all time? Continually stalk me through life? Hope I take you on as some sort of pet? Hmm?" He asked. Howard snapped out of his stupor.
"What are you talking about Cunningham?! You know what I'd do! I would go and find new friends, you were the one who was jealous of my other bros that one time!" a blush slightly fell over his face. "And don't call me cute, I wasn't following you, I was worried! And we have the same classes!" He grumped out, rubbing the cheek Randy had pinched. He pinched it kinda hard.
Randy rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He commented, starting to walk along for lunch. They made it to the lunch room and Howard pulled at Randy's sleeve.
"Look dude! Theresa is sitting at our table! This is your chance to make a move!" Howard whispered, knowing is best friend liked the other freshmen. Randy looked over, slightly nervous at having to talk to a cute girl like her.
"I don't know..." He waivered, his eyes wandering away from the table from nervousness. When it picked up on something else on radar. "But her I could get down with." Randy said, his voice suddenly deeper with flirty written all over it. He started to move, and Howard looked over at the direction.
"No way." Howard said appalled. He was heading straight for Heidi. His sister! Older sister. Older than both of them! Randy had just made his way over tot he studying girl, and slapped his hand down onto the lunch table space in front of her to get her attention when Howard was running over. She had lifted her head up in slight curiosity but mostly annoyance, to see a lopsided grin from the boy who was friends with her brother. But for some reason, this very confident smirk she's never seen on him, made her heart flutter slightly, and she sat slightly straighter to hear what he had to say.
He opened his mouth, as she was already hanging on every word without him having said anything yet, when Howard pulled the arm Randy was leaning on, and spun his away from her. Heidi blinked, as though snapped out a trance, and though slightly annoyed feeling as though she were being played with, she looked around, embarrassedly, to see if anyone saw how entranced she was with him. Deciding safely not, she put her head back down to study.
Howard, who had just finished pulling Randy away to face him, pulled him slightly down to eye level, and what Howard saw on eye level was an angry glaring Randy.
"What do you think your doing?" He whispered harshly. Randy slightly waved a hand in front of his nose.
"Trying to get down with a foxy lady." Howard could gag.
"But my sister!? It's too weird!" Howard said. Randy blinked a couple times.
"Y-yea, you're right. It'd be weird to try and hook up with a childhood friend..." He looked around to see where he was. What was he doing? It was like there was a rash and impulsive side of him that was coming out to take control and he had no say. "Some thing's weird, I gotta talk tot he nomicon real quick." He started heading to the bathroom.
"Yea, you do that, maybe it'll tell you not to hit on my sister!" He said after him. He got a couple weird looks. Randy slipped into his normal stall in the bathroom.
"Ok Nomicon, something weird's going on, and I'm doing stuff I normally wouldn't do, what's going on?" As Randy reached for the edge of the book, the symbol on the front flashed red, and when Randy pulled, it wouldn't budge.
"Wha? nomicon?" he pulled some more. "Did you just-...? You did not just lock me out!" He pulled frustratingly more. "Fine!" He threw it against the stall wall. "Stay locked! See if I need you! This probably isn't any of your concern, it could just be some hormone stuff." He growled tot he book. He reluctantly picked it up anyway and threw it into his book bag. "I got a great place for you to go. Where all useless books go." He mumbled under his breath. He put in the combo for his locker and swung it open, flung the book into the slot and closed it, before it could bounce back out.
He held the door to his locker closed, as if the nomicon would try and come back out, his impulsive side having his blood roaring in his ears from anger. But it soon ebbed away, and panic set in. What was happening? the nomicon just locked him out! The ninja! It should only lock out villains and people who should be snooping around in there! But he was the ninja! Randy quickly searched his person for the mask. He sighed in relief to find it. And yes he was still the ninja! What was happening? Why?
Below the school the Sorcerer smiled in feeling the power getting stronger.
"Yes... Soon it'll be strong enough for me to see what the ninja hears, sees and thinks... he'll be all mine to control..."
Ok thanks for reading, remember to review. Sorry for the slightly late update, better late than never, but I don't know how busy I'll be from this point until... August? So I'll be posting sporadically, instead of every Saturday! Sorry for any mistakes, this was slightly, kinda, a little bit rushed.
Thanks to my loyal readers and please review! Tell me what you thought of my little fluff! If you're really good, I'll put more in!
*That nomicon advise was a rendition of Napoleon Bonaparte's "You must not fight too often with one enemy, or else you will teach him all your art of war."