I don't think I really need to say it, however, I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door. KND and its characters are the sole property of Mr. Warburton. Unless they were created by me, specifically for this story.
UPLOADING...
KIDS NEXT DOOR MISSION:
OPERATION:
P.A.R.E.N.T.S.
Parental
Attention
Readily
Exposes
Never
Told
Secrets
TRANSMISSION SIX:
RETURN TO AGENCY
WRITING OPERATIVE:
Sgamer82
The explosion was sudden, catching the Kids Next Door completely by surprise. The card table they were sitting at was thrown down to its side and the Kids Next Door had been knocked off their chairs onto their seats. A big gaping hole was in the west wall, out to the clear night.
Easily visible through the hole was a fairly large reptile. It was green skinned and bipedal. It had a long snout and spikey scales all along its back and tail. Hovering next to the creature, in a small flying saucer type device, were the Delightful Children From Down The Lane.
"Hello, Kids Next Door." said the Children in their monotone, "We heard you had an opening in your ranks, and thought we'd bring in someone to fill it." They gestured to the large reptile, "This is Goda Zira, Father imported him all the way from Tokyo. Since your lost member was Japanese, we deemed it...appropriate."
The Kids Next Door had recovered from the initial attack and gotten back to their feet. Upon seeing the large beast in front of them, Numbuh Five made a bee-line for the big gun turrets. She jumped into a crow's nest located just outside the north end of the tree house and whipped out the cannons, aiming them right for Goda Zira. She let loose as much firepower as she could muster.
Goda Zira seemed to slow down at the assault but it didn't seem to be really hurting him. Zira looked right at Numbuh Five and opened his mouth wide, a blue light starting to form in his mouth. Numbuh Five had seen enough monster movies to know what that meant and abandoned the crow's nest just before a blast of light from Goda Zira's mouth fried it.
Fortunately, Numbuh Five's assault stalled Goda long enough for the other Kids Next Door to get to their own weapons. Numbuh Two donned his fly-suit, which used a set of tennis racquets to mimic the wings of an insect. He also grabbed a S.C.A.M.P.P. and readied for battle. He flew up and began shooting at Goda at every opportunity, easily dodging the lizard's attempts to swat him.
Numbuhs Four and One headed for the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. Numbuh Two hadn't finished refitting it so the S.U.G.A.R.-R.A.Y. was still installed. Four pulled out the S.U.G.A.R.-R.A.Y.'s hose while One ran to the cockpit and activated it. Numbuh Four aimed the hose right at Goda Zira's chest as One put the S.U.G.A.R.-R.A.Y. at full power.
The blast of sweetener seemed to push Goda back. The force of the sugar and Numbuh Two's S.C.A.M.P.P. blasts from above seemed to push Goda backwards across the street. It wasn't meant to last however, as the S.U.G.A.R.-R.A.Y.'s ammo ran dry within seconds. They were disconnecting it so nobody had thought to reload it.
Goda Zira recovered from the blast of tooth rotting goodness and sent a blast from his mouth right at the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H., completely blowing apart the back end. One abandoned ship and parachuted down to the ground. He then shot his clawed hand out at where Numbuh Four was standing. Four dove for cover as Goda tore out more of the already blown apart wall. Goda then stopped and watched carefully for Numbuh Two. The next time the chubby Kid Next Door took a shot Goda was able to swat him easily, knocking Two down to the street.
Numbuhs Five and Four ran to the street as well, bringing more S.C.A.M.P.P.s with them. They probably wouldn't do much, but at least they weren't unarmed.
The Sanbans had been asleep when the explosion that rocked the Kids Next Doors' tree house carried over to their home. The parents leaped out of bed instantly, their first instinct to check on their daughter's safety.
They were surprised, and not very happy, to see Kuki was already out of bed and pulling on her sweatshirt, getting ready to head out.
"Kuki-chan! What are you doing!" Mr. Sanban asked.
"I'm going! That explosion came from our tree house! I gotta go help!"
Before Mr. Sanban could react, Mrs. Sanban grabbed Kuki's shoulders and kneeled down to look Kuki right in the eyes.
"You aren't going anywhere!" Kuki didn't look away when she answered.
"Yes, I am." she told her mom, "I'm going. 'Cause my friends need me; and not you, or anyone else'll tell me different!"
Both parents were shocked by their daughter's words. She'd occasionally do things she wasn't supposed to, sure, but she had never so openly defied them. This worried Mr. Sanban, Kuki was determined to go, and nothing the two adults did, short of chaining her to her bed, was going to stop her. But he was also worried about the rift this would cause between Kuki and her mother. He feared that if something wasn't done to diffuse this situation right now, Kuki and her mother would resent one another for the rest of their lives.
But what can I- yeah, that could work.
Mr. Sanban gently took hold of his wife's shoulder and pulled her aside, out of earshot from Kuki. He had to do something, even if it meant letting Kuki risk herself. His gut told him it was what had to be done.
"We've gotta stop her!" Mrs. Sanban whispered to him.
"I have to ask you something..." Mr. Sanban began.
"Is now really the ti-"
"Would you do it again?"
"What?" Mrs. Sanban asked in surprise.
"I'm asking you, if you could go back in time and be a Kid Next Door again, knowing everything you do now, would you do it again?"
Mrs. Sanban just stared at her husband for several seconds. This question had never occurred to her. Ever. She had to think about it. In doing so, she remembered much of her days as Numbuh Thirty. A lot of the missions were scary, and she remembered being frightened much of the time. But she also remembered other times. Where she and her friends shared a box of candy, played games, or otherwise enjoyed themselves. She realized that the good times with the Kids Next Door were some of her most precious memories. Memories she would always cherish... and would never give up. Her eyes widened a bit as the realization came to her.
This is exactly how Kuki feels!
She looked at her daughter, seeing her child in a whole new light. Kuki had unknowingly taken up the same cause her mother had fought for so long ago; while her mother had become what she once fought against. Kuki watched her mother, unsure of what the changes in her expression meant. But Kuki's father knew what was happening. It was a long shot, but it was working. Kuki's mom was realizing what it had meant to her to be a Kid Next Door. Kuki's mother once again kneeled down in front of her daughter, and looked her right in the eyes.
"Kuki," Mrs. Sanban said, tears starting to form in her eyes, "This is what you want? To go and aid your friends?"
"Yes." Kuki replied.
"And... and you know how dangerous it'll be?"
"Yes." Kuki replied, wondering where this was headed.
"Then..." her mom said, "then... go. Help your friends."
For a moment Kuki didn't believe what she'd just heard. Her mom had just given her permission to be a Kid Next Door. Kuki was suspicious at first, her mom had a strange look in her eyes. When Kuki looked up at her father, he had a similar expression in his. She wouldn't realize it for a while, but what was in her parents' eyes was a newfound pride in their daughter. A daughter who, at the young age of ten, was already trying to help others, even if it cost her.
Right now, the only thing running through Kuki's mind was the feeling that her friends needed her. Much to her parents' shock, Kuki jumped out the open second story window, grabbed on to a branch of a nearby tree, and from their dropped to the ground, landing on her feet. Kuki pulled up her left sleeve, revealing the wrist-communicator she wore. Into it, she spoke only one phrase.
"Code X79."
Deep within the lower levels of the Kids Next Door's tree house base, a machine activated. It was created by a former Kid Next Door agent, Achika Nijuuten, but she had been de-commissioned before she would see it in action. The machine was a large, bunny shaped vehicle, about as big as a house. It was Numbuh Three's favorite weapon, the R.A.B.B.I.T. (Robotically Activated Bunny Blasting Infrared Torpedoes), or, as Numbuh Three preferred to call it, Hippy-Hop.
The robotic rabbit responded to the 879 command by turning on its autopilot and going straight to the location the transmission had come from. Hippy-Hop was on the other end of the tree house, away from the fighting, so nobody noticed its leaving.
Numbuh Three waited on the sidewalk for Hippy-Hop to show up. Her parents stood at the front door, behind Three, wondering what she was waiting for. They got their answer when Hippy-Hop appeared. It stopped right at the curb (in a perfect parallel park, no less) and Numbuh Three jumped right in when the cockpit hatch opened up for her. Within the vehicle's cockpit, a screen prompted Three for the operator's password. Calling Hippy-Hop was one thing, but only Three knew how to actually work it. She entered the password 'Nijuuten', her own little tribute to Hippy-Hop's maker. The console in front of Three lit up. All systems were go.
Numbuh Three drove off, making a U-Turn and then heading straight for the Kids Next Door tree house. But not before making one more stop in front of her house. She stopped, raised the pilot's hatch, looked her to her parents.
"By the way..." she said, "Rainbow Monkeys are real!"
With that, she closed the hatch, and hopped off to battle. Her parents just watched, Kuki's dad with a very surprised expression on his face.
"They have robots!" he asked
"Yep." answered his wife.
"And Kuki-chan knows how to pilot them?"
"Yep."
"There's a lot I don't know about the Kids Next Door, isn't there?"
"Yep."
Numbuh Three made her way to the tree house and saw the battle between the Kids Next Door and Goda Zira. The Kids Next Door were all in the street, desperately trying to run from the large, house-sized creature. They were running in Three's direction, though nobody had noticed the bunny robot yet.
Most people, in this situation, after all that had happened, would grit their teeth, get serious, and fight their hardest. However, most people weren't Kuki Sanban.
This is gonna be fun! she thought.
END OF TRANSMISSION SIX
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The R.A.B.B.I.T. abbreviation is entirely my own creation. To my knowledge, Hippy-Hop has yet to receive one officially.