Okay, we'll heres the second one for tonight. I can't get anymore done but I will tommorow, I'll try for three. Thanks again for all your reviews and I am glad that you are liking my story. Is there enough 1/5 action in there for you, Raiden? I hope so. There will be alot more interaction between 3/4 also in upcoming chapters. Thanks again!
"We need to run test or something." Number 1 stated while flipping through a book. Both himself and Number 5 had run to the computer room and locked the door, not wanting to be disturbed. They knew that Number 2 would take care of anything that came in his path, even a wild Number 4. They had been in the computer room for the past four hours, searching every website, every dictionary, every medical book they could think of. Thanks to Number 5's great hacking skills, they had even checked Number 4's medical records but came up with nothing besides the fact that he sometimes suffered from migraines- something they didn't know. "He's defiantly not himself. Plus he tried to hurt Number 3!"
"It's like he's not himself. It's like he doesn't remember us, like amnesia or somethin'." Number 5 said, her nimble fingers dancing along the keyboard.
Number 1 sighed. "We might have to..."
"No! You can't do that! It would break all of us, especially him!"
"I can't think of anything else. I mean, he tried to hurt one of us. Did you see Number 3's wrists, they were bruised. He was meaning to hurt her."
"But she protected him when we pinned him. Did you see how calm she was? It was crazy! Maybe she knows something that we don't. Maybe she knows what's going on."
Number 1 closed his book, turning the thoughts in his head. It was true; the Japanese girl seemed realize what was going on. "I see."
"She also comforted him. He was crying Number 1, bawling even. Number 4 neva' cries."
"I know. That's not what scares me though. The fact still remains that he tried to hurt Number 3."
"But doing that isn't the answer!" Number 5 shouted, her voice rising higher with each word. "Let's just get Number 2 to run some tests on him. I'll talk to Number 3 and find out what happened. In the meantime, you help Number 2 check him over and make sure he's alright. Then we'll decide what to do."
Number 1 looked over at her again, seeming at peace and calm. A small smile graced his thin lips. "Sometimes I wonder why you're not the leader." He told her.
A blush spread across the capped girls face, causing her cheeks to immediately redden at the comment. "I don't think I could handle it." She admitted. "Come, let's go to the others. We'll find out what's wrong then."
After Number's 1 and 5 left, Number 2 just watched his friends. He couldn't figure it out their relationship and he guessed that no one would be able too. Number 3 was still hugging Number 4, though she was not stroking his blond locks any more. Number 4 had stopped crying and was currently in a comatose like state. His wide eyes never blinked and he never moved, just hugged Number 3 like a lifeline. It was weird to him but then nothing was ever really normal in their house anyway.
"Number 2," The voice of their leader broke him out of his thoughts. Looking behind him he saw Number 1 waiting for his reply. "We need to talk to you."
"Alright." He replied, giving the couple one last glance before walking up to their leader. "I suspect you two came up with something to do?" He asked, watching the two in front of him critically.
Number 5 was the one to speak. "You and Number 1 are going to run a few tests on Number 4 while I talk to Number 3." She said, nervously playing with her fingers. "Then maybe we'll find out what's wrong."
"And suppose he fights like he did before?"
"We never got that far." The girl admitted, placing her hands at her sides and looking up at him. "Look at him now," She pointed over toward the motionless boy in Number 3's arms. "Doesn't look like he's going to fight now."
"Let's go." Number 1 said as he walked over toward the couple. He stopped short of the couple, watching them cautiously. "Number 3," He said. "We're going to go check up on how Number 4 is, okay?"
The girl looked up at him with a smile. "Okay!" She said, handing the blond to Number 2 who picked him up in his arms.
Number's 2 and 1 took the comatose boy into another room while Number 5 walked up to her. "This boy really needs a maid." She said, frowning at the stacks of CD's, clothes, and comics littering the floor. She picked up a CD and frowned at it. "Who the hell is 'Box Car Racer'?" She asked, tossing the CD onto the floor. "That boy really needs some new music!" She huffed, seating herself upon the bed.
"You only listen to rap and R 'n' B?" Number 3 asked, also clambering up to the bed sitting next to her friend.
"Damn right." The other girl said. "Anyway, so what happened in here? Care to tell me?"
Number 3 looked over at her smiling. "I came to say thank you to him!"
"You really like that boy, don't cha?"
"Just like you like Number 1!"
For the second time that day a blush ran up and down Number 5's face. She looked over at the other girl insidiously. "What?" She asked, trying to keep her cheeks from reddening.
"Come on. I may be dumb but I'm not that dumb. Everyone knows that you like Number 1. It's obvious."
"Is it really?"
A nod was her answer. "We'll, so what. I know at least that you like Number 4."
"I'm not denying it." Number 3 said smiling. Her smile suddenly faltered. "I really hope that he's okay. He seemed so lost and afraid."
Number 5 took a piece of her hair and began to braid it. "I'm sure that Number's 1 and 2 will take care of him. Every thing will be okay." A mischievous smile slid across her face. "So tell me more about this relationship of yours."
"Relationship?"
"Come on. When I walked in, you and Number 4 were pretty close there girlfriend."
"We'll….." And soon the two girls were engaged in serious girl talk- about love, boys, and friendship.
"We need to run test or something." Number 1 stated while flipping through a book. Both himself and Number 5 had run to the computer room and locked the door, not wanting to be disturbed. They knew that Number 2 would take care of anything that came in his path, even a wild Number 4. They had been in the computer room for the past four hours, searching every website, every dictionary, every medical book they could think of. Thanks to Number 5's great hacking skills, they had even checked Number 4's medical records but came up with nothing besides the fact that he sometimes suffered from migraines- something they didn't know. "He's defiantly not himself. Plus he tried to hurt Number 3!"
"It's like he's not himself. It's like he doesn't remember us, like amnesia or somethin'." Number 5 said, her nimble fingers dancing along the keyboard.
Number 1 sighed. "We might have to..."
"No! You can't do that! It would break all of us, especially him!"
"I can't think of anything else. I mean, he tried to hurt one of us. Did you see Number 3's wrists, they were bruised. He was meaning to hurt her."
"But she protected him when we pinned him. Did you see how calm she was? It was crazy! Maybe she knows something that we don't. Maybe she knows what's going on."
Number 1 closed his book, turning the thoughts in his head. It was true; the Japanese girl seemed realize what was going on. "I see."
"She also comforted him. He was crying Number 1, bawling even. Number 4 neva' cries."
"I know. That's not what scares me though. The fact still remains that he tried to hurt Number 3."
"But doing that isn't the answer!" Number 5 shouted, her voice rising higher with each word. "Let's just get Number 2 to run some tests on him. I'll talk to Number 3 and find out what happened. In the meantime, you help Number 2 check him over and make sure he's alright. Then we'll decide what to do."
Number 1 looked over at her again, seeming at peace and calm. A small smile graced his thin lips. "Sometimes I wonder why you're not the leader." He told her.
A blush spread across the capped girls face, causing her cheeks to immediately redden at the comment. "I don't think I could handle it." She admitted. "Come, let's go to the others. We'll find out what's wrong then."
After Number's 1 and 5 left, Number 2 just watched his friends. He couldn't figure it out their relationship and he guessed that no one would be able too. Number 3 was still hugging Number 4, though she was not stroking his blond locks any more. Number 4 had stopped crying and was currently in a comatose like state. His wide eyes never blinked and he never moved, just hugged Number 3 like a lifeline. It was weird to him but then nothing was ever really normal in their house anyway.
"Number 2," The voice of their leader broke him out of his thoughts. Looking behind him he saw Number 1 waiting for his reply. "We need to talk to you."
"Alright." He replied, giving the couple one last glance before walking up to their leader. "I suspect you two came up with something to do?" He asked, watching the two in front of him critically.
Number 5 was the one to speak. "You and Number 1 are going to run a few tests on Number 4 while I talk to Number 3." She said, nervously playing with her fingers. "Then maybe we'll find out what's wrong."
"And suppose he fights like he did before?"
"We never got that far." The girl admitted, placing her hands at her sides and looking up at him. "Look at him now," She pointed over toward the motionless boy in Number 3's arms. "Doesn't look like he's going to fight now."
"Let's go." Number 1 said as he walked over toward the couple. He stopped short of the couple, watching them cautiously. "Number 3," He said. "We're going to go check up on how Number 4 is, okay?"
The girl looked up at him with a smile. "Okay!" She said, handing the blond to Number 2 who picked him up in his arms.
Number's 2 and 1 took the comatose boy into another room while Number 5 walked up to her. "This boy really needs a maid." She said, frowning at the stacks of CD's, clothes, and comics littering the floor. She picked up a CD and frowned at it. "Who the hell is 'Box Car Racer'?" She asked, tossing the CD onto the floor. "That boy really needs some new music!" She huffed, seating herself upon the bed.
"You only listen to rap and R 'n' B?" Number 3 asked, also clambering up to the bed sitting next to her friend.
"Damn right." The other girl said. "Anyway, so what happened in here? Care to tell me?"
Number 3 looked over at her smiling. "I came to say thank you to him!"
"You really like that boy, don't cha?"
"Just like you like Number 1!"
For the second time that day a blush ran up and down Number 5's face. She looked over at the other girl insidiously. "What?" She asked, trying to keep her cheeks from reddening.
"Come on. I may be dumb but I'm not that dumb. Everyone knows that you like Number 1. It's obvious."
"Is it really?"
A nod was her answer. "We'll, so what. I know at least that you like Number 4."
"I'm not denying it." Number 3 said smiling. Her smile suddenly faltered. "I really hope that he's okay. He seemed so lost and afraid."
Number 5 took a piece of her hair and began to braid it. "I'm sure that Number's 1 and 2 will take care of him. Every thing will be okay." A mischievous smile slid across her face. "So tell me more about this relationship of yours."
"Relationship?"
"Come on. When I walked in, you and Number 4 were pretty close there girlfriend."
"We'll….." And soon the two girls were engaged in serious girl talk- about love, boys, and friendship.
