Pseudotree's fanfic

Disclaimer –I do not own ROD the TV

Summary –(Slight AU) Junior, due to his power of intangibility, ends up in many, MANY embarrassing mishaps throughout the series. And by "mishaps", I mean that the poor boy goes through things when he... shouldn't.

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Chapter 9

Crumpled, a mound of sheet lay unmoving on the bed. Curled up from the top view, silky strands of blue were splayed out on the upper lump, blanketing the pillow and some hanging off the edge of the mattress.

Beeee…

Bee-BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP…

And as the alarm that sounded like emergency signals often heard in action movies rang irritably, the mound began to squirm and shift. One moment the lump curled tighter, somehow showing hints of skin as it seemed to phase out occasionally, then turned as if facing toward the clock.

"…?"

"…?!"

Junior sprang up in surprise as the other occupant clicked the noisy contraption off.

"Good morning, Junior." said Wendy nonchalantly, turning to the boy.

He blinked confusedly. "W-Wen… Good morning."

She stood, gazing down at her ward who stared back, a few hair strands draping down his face and sheet hung loosely on his shoulder and tangled to the legs. The guardian tried a soft smile.

"Ah, sorry for barging in, Junior. But I'm out of blanks, so I was wondering if you had some left over? I really need it right now."

Junior mouthed something silently, and then settled for a small "Oh." Stretching out his right arm, he sunk it through the cabinet beside the bed.

Shuffle-shuffle.

Muffled shuffling ensued.

"…I got it…"

Shuffle shuffle-shuffle.

Rustle.

"Here you go." said Junior, handing her a box of disks.

"Thanks."

"…"

Wendy shifted her attention to the box, although it was just as likely that she was staring at it to avoid eye-contact. The suddenly awakened boy wondered why she seemed to be lingering.

Slowly facing him again, the guardian started. "So…"

"So how did the search go last night? You were already asleep when I got back."

"Ah, well… There is nothing to report. I marked off three places, no trouble." He answered, averting his eyes. "The lists are on the table. They had surprisingly light security."

"I see. Good job."

"…Thank you."

"…Mmph… Dinner?"

"Leftovers. They were good."

"Yes, they were."

"Yes …Um…"

"Hmm?"

"Nothing."

"Hmm."

Her attention shifted once more (or just her eyes). "Well."

Gaze.

"Well, I better get back to work." Nod. She turned to the door. "You should get ready soon, Junior."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Click.

He sat a moment longer…

"…"

…And dropped back to the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"…I got it…"


The silence of the night was broken, or at least to a small degree, by a small shuffling sound in the dark room. A lone figure was half crouched in front of the bed, and half through it, flashing a tiny flashlight.

'…Boxes, lint, magazines, lint… Yarn? …No, lint.'

Shuffle.

'No case.'

The figure slumped down, tiredly.

'No case…'

Splayed, on the dusty flooring.

Click.

A sudden light flooded the room and spilled under the bed, alerting the agent there.

"Gosh, where could it be?" said a voice.

'…Someone… here…' a soft sigh came out the mask.

Phase.

Junior was falling, through the floor and from the ceiling of the bottom level. No air rushed past him, no fabric fluttered, and limbs just hung limply. He fell.

"What's taking Yomi so lo- OH MY GOD!"

'…Her friends are here? Darn…'

The boy landed gently with a crouch.

"Holy shoot… Is that the Masked Phant-"

Standing up shakily, he slowly glanced around his surroundings. Snacks. Table. That girl from school. More snacks. Movie. That other girl from school. Door. Gaudy wallpaper…

…Ah, Door.

Ignoring the stunned and shocked occupants of the living room, the most trained and deathly stealthy spy in his age group walked out through the designated exit, and left the Bikinis-Only Friday Movie Night head down, shoulders slumped.

He wasn't feeling well these days.

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General Author's Note

Blah-blah blather-blabber. Hey, there! Here's the ninth.