OK! Chapter 2! Well, poor Numbuh Four... But what of Numbuh Three? She needs saving! Thanks to all of my reviewers. ON WITH THE SHOW! Oh MY GOD! I actually got reviews for this! Five without even having gone 24 hours! I can't believe people think I'm good at this! Keep 'em coming! Thank You so much! This is a reposting of Chapter 2. I was told by a wonderful reviewer that FFN ran the whole thing together. I am proud to say that I do use proper paragraphing, and I hate it when writers don't. She also asked me to clarify the ages of the KND. I suppose I should have said so before, but they are fourteen. I also don't think they are that OOC because I really think that Numbuh Three is a lot smarter than she lets people think...

Chapter 2: Who done it and why?

Later that morning, closer to afternoon really, Numbuh Three awoke.

"Ohhhh. My poor little head. Where on Earth am I?" She asked looking up and around. As the room swam into focus, she saw that she didn't know where she was. But looking around, she saw a person standing beside her chair.

"Hello Kuki darling." He said.

"Bradford?" Numbuh Three shrieked ignoring the terrible feeling that the sound of even her own voice was giving her. He just stared at her from above with his tall frame and long brown hair that covered his eyes. Bradford was her oldest childhood friend. But they had gone separate ways at the age of nine. Both had fallen into different crowds, and he had ended up with...

"Hello Kuki. How wonderful to see you awake. You slept for a long time." A monotone drone said to her.

"The Delightful Children From Down the Lane!" She shouted even angrier. "Bradford, I have already told you, we've gone our ways. Why did you bring me here?" She asked jumping up and looking around her.

"Careful Kuki sweetie. The chloroform our agents used on you will make your head hurt. Particularly if you scream and jump around that way." Bradford said with a smile. "Why don't you sit back down?" He asked guiding her to the chair again. Only to be punched in the nose. "But Kuki dear..."

"Don't call me dear! I told you that years ago!" She shouted heading for the exit.

"Oh my we need some backup." The children all said in their monotone. One of them reached over to push a button on the table. Numbuh Three gasped, as Ninjas flooded into the room.

"Bring it." She commanded, her face set in a hard glare. As they swarmed, she used her skills and talent to go about the job of taking them all out. "Haiii-yah!" Numbuh Three knocked out the last one in front of her and looked around. As she tried to leave, she didn't notice that one of the Ninjas had gotten up and pulled out a staff. With one swift motion, he brought it down upon her head.

"OWWWWW!" Numbuh Three felt blood trickling down the back of her head and for the second time within 12 hours.

"Bradford, should we send the kidnap note now?" The other Delightful Children asked their leader as he examined Numbuh Three's limp bleeding body. He ordered the Ninjas to take her away and put her someplace safe.

"NO!" He barked. Then his grin became sinister. "No, let's let them worry. Then we'll send it. It'll draw them out. All of them. My worst enemy will be coming as well. And I want to know that he's suffered as much as I have." Bradford said watching as Numbuh Three was carried away.

"C'mon, she had to have left something to tell us where she is!" Numbuh Four asked himself. He was in Numbuh Three's room trying to find out where she was. He walked a full circuit of the room. Everything seemed to be normal. Her DDR machine and video games were stacked haphazardly all around the T.V. and bed. Her stuffed animals were on the bed with her comforters. He sat on the bed and smiled. In the cubbyholes were mangas and anime videos of Ranma ½, Sailor Moon, Inu-Yasha, Saint Tail, Kodocha, and Urusei Yatsura. It was strange not having her around. She was the only one willing to wrestle with him. He sighed sadly. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyone missed her, but he seemed to do so more. It had been three days already. They all knew something had happened, but had no clues. They'd gone to the candy store and tracked her steps from there, but to no use. They disappeared at a spot blocks away. Just then he saw the closet door was open. He had no clue as to why, but she never let him in there. Now was his chance. He entered the walk-in and hit the lights. Or what he thought was the lights. Instead, a trapdoor under him fell out and he plummeted. When his fall ended, he found himself in a room he'd never seen.

"Welcome Kuki. It's been a few days. Away on a mission were you?" A computer voice asked.

"I'm not KUKI! I'm..." A large sandbag sacking him in the head cut off Numbuh Four. 'Apparently this is some form of training room. I never knew she had this. It reveals where her skills are from.' He thought having to jump flip dodge punch and kick the things coming at him to avoid pain. When he was done, he walked over to the computer. "I'm. Not. Numbuh Three." He panted. "I'm Numbuh Four."

"Ohhhhh! So I get to finally meet the famous Numbuh Four! I've been told about you." The computer said. Numbuh Four blushed, but then regained his composure.

"What about me?" He demanded.

"I can't tell you. She'd kill me." The computer said. "But she talks about you a lot, I must admit. Now if you'd like to go, since you're technically not supposed to know about this place, that door (a door lit up) will take you back to her main room." Numbuh Four huffed and entred the door. It was a lift. As he went up, he talked to himself. "She tells her computer about me? What does she say?" he was worried. He really needed her around now. Just then he saw her desk. "Of course! She may have written a note and left it on the desk instead of putting it on the fridge!" He shouted running over to it. It was covered in Harry Potter books, drawings, and pictures. He started to flip through them and smiled. Most of them were recent, taken at the last day of school, the pool, after missions etc. But one caught his eye. It was of Numbuh Three wearing her Butterfly wings, and her pyjamas. That is, if A t-shirt and boxers counted. She was smiling and Numbuh Four couldn't help but to smile back. "Cute." He muttered. He didn't even correct himself. He just noticed how wonderful she looked in her sleep clothes. Then he saw one of them wrestling. They looked so happy and he realized that she was as strong as he was, but hid it well. He then went back to the butterfly picture and his eyes narrowed. "Those are my shorts! She stole my brand new Ranma ½ boxers!" He fumed dropping the picture. It fluttered over and revealed writing on the back.

-To my Samurai, I'm really glad that I've known you all these years. You're one of the coolest people ever and I really hope you stay that way forever! .
Butterfly-

Numbuh Four stared at the photo trying to make the connection. His gaze then fell onto the DDR machine and the lyrics flowed into his head. "Searchin' for a man... to call my Samurai... I'm your little butterfly... Someone who won't regret to keep me in his net..." The allusions were making sense to him now. "Does she really think that?" He asked himself blushing. Just then a voice wafted into the room.

"Hey Numbuh Four! Get in here, we think we have something!" Numbuh Five's command snapped him to attention and he ran out of the room, stuffing the picture into his hoodie pocket.

I hope this reposting did well. I'll check on it an post the new chapter within 1-2 weeks! Ja!