Ok, this is the final chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
I'm already trying to think of another story. Now, What of our quarreling
pair? Will they ever make up and admit it? Who knows? Well, technically, I
do, but I'm the only one! Ok, sorry that I took so long to update, I just
didn't get the chance 'til now!
BTW, has anyone other than me noticed that I forgot a disclaimer? Well here
it is.
Ahem I own nothing, save the plot, Cartoon Network, if you try to sue me, I think you're going to be terribly disappointed. Plus after all of the cool shows you took off the air, I deserve some fun outta you guys!
Chapter 5: Interventions and Understandings
In the days following the blowout that Three and Four had, any idiot who walked into the tree house could see that something was wrong. If Numbuh Three was in a room and Numbuh Four walked in, she'd leave without saying a word. Whereas, Numbuh Four would just sit down and stare at the door that she had just exited through forlornly. None of the others knew what was going on and it worried them. Aside from refusing to be in the same room as Numbuh Four, Numbuh Three was acting positively normal. Numbuh Four however was quieter than usual and it was scaring them.
"We need to figure out what happened! He saved her life, and then she took care of him unceasingly for four days straight! You think that one of them woulda spilled the beans in the moments following that!" Numbuh Two said fretting. He didn't like the way things were. It seemed like Numbuh Four could explode at any minute.
"Even though she's acting totally normal, does anyone but Numbuh Five see the slight change?" An agitated Numbuh Five asked. She found it hard to believe that the boys hadn't seen it.
"Yeah, she refuses to be in the same room as Numbuh Four! He usually gravitates towards her!" Numbuh One said. Numbuh Five sighed.
"No! Hasn't anyone noticed she doesn't play 'Butterfly' anymore! Ever since that day, she has played every DDR song on the machine except for Butterfly! Numbuh Five's not sure what that means, but something has to be wrong if she won't play it!"
"Now that you mention it, she hasn't." Numbuh One said with a puzzled look on his face.
"That's funny, because I saw Numbuh Four looking at something and muttering something about a Butterfly. You think it's connected?" Numbuh Two asked puzzled.
"If so, what?" Numbuh One asked. They all pondered. What ever had gone on was kept under wraps, and the fact that Numbuh Three and Four wouldn't talk to each other was getting creepy. "Numbuh Five, did she even talk to you?"
"Nuh-uh, I tried to ask her about it yesterday, but she said it was nuthin', then kept playing Street Fighter. She seemed to have no worries. But that girl is one of the world's greatest liars. I can never tell if she's covering up or not." Numbuh Five said. She stood up however. "I'm gonna try again." She walked off to Numbuh Three's room, leaving One and Two looking both shocked and hopeful. Nearing Numbuh Three's room, Numbuh Five could hear the strains of a Meringue beat coming from behind the door. "Numbuh Three! Open up!"
"The door's not locked! C'mon in!" Came the happy voice from inside. Numbuh Five walked in to see Numbuh Three dancing to the DDR machine, her hair swept up in a bun, with strands falling in her face. It was flushed, but she looked positively happy.
"Numbuh Three, what's been going down?" Numbuh Five asked sitting down on the bed. "You've been acting odd."
"Really? I don't think so?" Numbuh Three said as The Baka Song came on and she began to dance, singing along lightly, still listening to Numbuh Five.
"Well Numbuh Five does think so." She said firmly. "Evah since the accident at the warehouse, you and Numbuh Four refuse to talk to each other. You won' even stay in the same room as him!"
"Really? Huh, I hadn't noticed." Numbuh Three said coolly, as she danced from arrow to arrow. As the chorus came on, she growled and sang along, "Baka baka baka baka baka baka!" Once the song was done, she shut the game off and sat next to Numbuh Five on the bed who was smiling.
"And you say that you don't have a problem with Numbuh Four? You gave it away big time with that song!" Numbuh Three couldn't help but grin. Numbuh Five knew her little subtleties. Like that the only person she ever called 'baka' was Numbuh Four.
"Ok," She said holding up her hands in defeat. "You're right, Numbuh Four and I had a fight." Numbuh Five looked at her shocked. With the way Numbuh Four loved Numbuh Three, for them to fight was the weirdest thing ever.
"What happened?" Numbuh Five asked. Numbuh Three drew in a breath and got ready. She'd been practicing for this.
"When he woke up, I asked him if he was ok, but he just started ranting about how stupid it was and how bad he must look needing a girl to care for him for four days straight. So I told him to bug off, and that if he didn't need help, I'd leave him next time, and he could have at least said thanx. His only answer was that he didn't ask for my help. So I stormed out." She lied simply.
"I always knew that boy was stupid." Numbuh Five said. She sighed. "Well, I think he feels bad. You don't know it, but he looks so lost and miserable!"
"Well, when he apologizes and talks to me civilly, we can sort things out." Numbuh Three stuck her nose in the air and pouted. Numbuh Five just got off the bed and smiled some more.
"All right, I understand. C'mon, let's play some Street Fighter." She grabbed the game and the controls.
"OK, but we're leaving it on vibrate so you can feel the pain when I ownz3r joor 455!" (A/N: If no one's ever read MegaTokyo, you won't follow that. It's Leet (1337), the language used in the comic. It's I'm gonna ownzer your ass, which means to kick her butt at vid games really bad.)
"So you're telling me, that they had a fight? Scary." Numbuh Two said.
"Yep, and Numbuh Four was a bit less than grateful fro her looking after him." Numbuh Five was relaying to them what she was told. Only it was hours after they expected, because she finally left Numbuh Three's room, her hands smarting from being ownz3r3d.
"Well now that that's settled, I know how to fix this." Numbuh One said. The other two looked at him curiously. "All we do is make Numbuh Four think."
"Not gonna happen!" Numbuh Five said laughing.
"AnyWAY!" Numbuh one said raising his voice, "I have a plan. He just needs to remember that he loves her, then he'll go apologize."
"No he won't not with us in the house. He'll take it as a crushing blow." Numbuh Two said.
"Easily fixed."
Numbuh Four was wandering around the tree house aimlessly, replaying the fight with Numbuh Three. He felt really, bad, but knew she wouldn't listen to him. Plus he didn't know how to apologize to people. It wasn't part of his character. Just then he heard a voice calling his name.
"Numbuh Four! We need you to do something!" It was Numbuh Two. He puffed over, and smiled. "Go up to level five, sector Three-B, and bring down a few bulbs. Ok?" Numbuh Four nodded numbly and headed up. Numbuh Two headed to a nearby corner and pulled out his P.I.P.E.R.
"Target acquired. Operational advisor in place?" He asked.
"Yeah, we're here. He won't know what hit him!" Numbuh Five said. She and Numbuh One were hiding behind the door, ready to strike. When Four arrived, they waited for him to enter the closet (which has no bulbs, it's empty) and then they slammed and locked the steel door tightly.
"Now we'll get some results. When we get back, we'll hopefully see some results." Numbuh One said. They turned away and headed downstairs, hand in hand. (A/N: They're not leaving him for prolonged periods of time!)
Inside the room, Numbuh Four hadn't quite realized that the door was shut. He just looked around and started muttering about there not being any light bulbs and screaming about misdirected friends. It was actually the most like himself he'd sounded in days. When he turned the doorknob, he found it locked. "Lemme out!" HE pounded on the door for a while before sitting down to think. As he did he saw a solitary piece of paper lying on the floor. Picking it up, he saw that it was a photo. It was he and Numbuh Three at the last Anime convention. She was dressed as Duo Maxwell and he was Quatre. They were smiling into the camera and Numbuh Three was doing the trademark Duo peace sign. He smiled softly. Everyone kept telling them what a cute couple they made. After a while refuting it became futile and they just thanked those who said it. His heart swelled as he remembered people cooing over himself and Numbuh Three. Then he remembered the fight from days before. He felt really bad and had no clue about what to do. He sighed. First he had to escape. Noticing a vent, he jump kicked it, and crawled into the chute, until he reached his room. But on his way, he stopped by Numbuh Three's room and watched as she lay on her bed reading Inu-Yasha and cursing the hanyou and his treatment to Kagome.
"Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them. All they're good for is sending you to Hell and back." Numbuh Three muttered to herself. Numbuh Four sighed. He supposed she had a reason to say that. He went to his room and went to bed.
Ok, I'm a liar. I have one more chapter. I really did expect the ending to fit into one chapter, but this is ten typed pages, and so I didn't wanna bore you guys. R&R!
~Whiskers~
Ahem I own nothing, save the plot, Cartoon Network, if you try to sue me, I think you're going to be terribly disappointed. Plus after all of the cool shows you took off the air, I deserve some fun outta you guys!
Chapter 5: Interventions and Understandings
In the days following the blowout that Three and Four had, any idiot who walked into the tree house could see that something was wrong. If Numbuh Three was in a room and Numbuh Four walked in, she'd leave without saying a word. Whereas, Numbuh Four would just sit down and stare at the door that she had just exited through forlornly. None of the others knew what was going on and it worried them. Aside from refusing to be in the same room as Numbuh Four, Numbuh Three was acting positively normal. Numbuh Four however was quieter than usual and it was scaring them.
"We need to figure out what happened! He saved her life, and then she took care of him unceasingly for four days straight! You think that one of them woulda spilled the beans in the moments following that!" Numbuh Two said fretting. He didn't like the way things were. It seemed like Numbuh Four could explode at any minute.
"Even though she's acting totally normal, does anyone but Numbuh Five see the slight change?" An agitated Numbuh Five asked. She found it hard to believe that the boys hadn't seen it.
"Yeah, she refuses to be in the same room as Numbuh Four! He usually gravitates towards her!" Numbuh One said. Numbuh Five sighed.
"No! Hasn't anyone noticed she doesn't play 'Butterfly' anymore! Ever since that day, she has played every DDR song on the machine except for Butterfly! Numbuh Five's not sure what that means, but something has to be wrong if she won't play it!"
"Now that you mention it, she hasn't." Numbuh One said with a puzzled look on his face.
"That's funny, because I saw Numbuh Four looking at something and muttering something about a Butterfly. You think it's connected?" Numbuh Two asked puzzled.
"If so, what?" Numbuh One asked. They all pondered. What ever had gone on was kept under wraps, and the fact that Numbuh Three and Four wouldn't talk to each other was getting creepy. "Numbuh Five, did she even talk to you?"
"Nuh-uh, I tried to ask her about it yesterday, but she said it was nuthin', then kept playing Street Fighter. She seemed to have no worries. But that girl is one of the world's greatest liars. I can never tell if she's covering up or not." Numbuh Five said. She stood up however. "I'm gonna try again." She walked off to Numbuh Three's room, leaving One and Two looking both shocked and hopeful. Nearing Numbuh Three's room, Numbuh Five could hear the strains of a Meringue beat coming from behind the door. "Numbuh Three! Open up!"
"The door's not locked! C'mon in!" Came the happy voice from inside. Numbuh Five walked in to see Numbuh Three dancing to the DDR machine, her hair swept up in a bun, with strands falling in her face. It was flushed, but she looked positively happy.
"Numbuh Three, what's been going down?" Numbuh Five asked sitting down on the bed. "You've been acting odd."
"Really? I don't think so?" Numbuh Three said as The Baka Song came on and she began to dance, singing along lightly, still listening to Numbuh Five.
"Well Numbuh Five does think so." She said firmly. "Evah since the accident at the warehouse, you and Numbuh Four refuse to talk to each other. You won' even stay in the same room as him!"
"Really? Huh, I hadn't noticed." Numbuh Three said coolly, as she danced from arrow to arrow. As the chorus came on, she growled and sang along, "Baka baka baka baka baka baka!" Once the song was done, she shut the game off and sat next to Numbuh Five on the bed who was smiling.
"And you say that you don't have a problem with Numbuh Four? You gave it away big time with that song!" Numbuh Three couldn't help but grin. Numbuh Five knew her little subtleties. Like that the only person she ever called 'baka' was Numbuh Four.
"Ok," She said holding up her hands in defeat. "You're right, Numbuh Four and I had a fight." Numbuh Five looked at her shocked. With the way Numbuh Four loved Numbuh Three, for them to fight was the weirdest thing ever.
"What happened?" Numbuh Five asked. Numbuh Three drew in a breath and got ready. She'd been practicing for this.
"When he woke up, I asked him if he was ok, but he just started ranting about how stupid it was and how bad he must look needing a girl to care for him for four days straight. So I told him to bug off, and that if he didn't need help, I'd leave him next time, and he could have at least said thanx. His only answer was that he didn't ask for my help. So I stormed out." She lied simply.
"I always knew that boy was stupid." Numbuh Five said. She sighed. "Well, I think he feels bad. You don't know it, but he looks so lost and miserable!"
"Well, when he apologizes and talks to me civilly, we can sort things out." Numbuh Three stuck her nose in the air and pouted. Numbuh Five just got off the bed and smiled some more.
"All right, I understand. C'mon, let's play some Street Fighter." She grabbed the game and the controls.
"OK, but we're leaving it on vibrate so you can feel the pain when I ownz3r joor 455!" (A/N: If no one's ever read MegaTokyo, you won't follow that. It's Leet (1337), the language used in the comic. It's I'm gonna ownzer your ass, which means to kick her butt at vid games really bad.)
"So you're telling me, that they had a fight? Scary." Numbuh Two said.
"Yep, and Numbuh Four was a bit less than grateful fro her looking after him." Numbuh Five was relaying to them what she was told. Only it was hours after they expected, because she finally left Numbuh Three's room, her hands smarting from being ownz3r3d.
"Well now that that's settled, I know how to fix this." Numbuh One said. The other two looked at him curiously. "All we do is make Numbuh Four think."
"Not gonna happen!" Numbuh Five said laughing.
"AnyWAY!" Numbuh one said raising his voice, "I have a plan. He just needs to remember that he loves her, then he'll go apologize."
"No he won't not with us in the house. He'll take it as a crushing blow." Numbuh Two said.
"Easily fixed."
Numbuh Four was wandering around the tree house aimlessly, replaying the fight with Numbuh Three. He felt really, bad, but knew she wouldn't listen to him. Plus he didn't know how to apologize to people. It wasn't part of his character. Just then he heard a voice calling his name.
"Numbuh Four! We need you to do something!" It was Numbuh Two. He puffed over, and smiled. "Go up to level five, sector Three-B, and bring down a few bulbs. Ok?" Numbuh Four nodded numbly and headed up. Numbuh Two headed to a nearby corner and pulled out his P.I.P.E.R.
"Target acquired. Operational advisor in place?" He asked.
"Yeah, we're here. He won't know what hit him!" Numbuh Five said. She and Numbuh One were hiding behind the door, ready to strike. When Four arrived, they waited for him to enter the closet (which has no bulbs, it's empty) and then they slammed and locked the steel door tightly.
"Now we'll get some results. When we get back, we'll hopefully see some results." Numbuh One said. They turned away and headed downstairs, hand in hand. (A/N: They're not leaving him for prolonged periods of time!)
Inside the room, Numbuh Four hadn't quite realized that the door was shut. He just looked around and started muttering about there not being any light bulbs and screaming about misdirected friends. It was actually the most like himself he'd sounded in days. When he turned the doorknob, he found it locked. "Lemme out!" HE pounded on the door for a while before sitting down to think. As he did he saw a solitary piece of paper lying on the floor. Picking it up, he saw that it was a photo. It was he and Numbuh Three at the last Anime convention. She was dressed as Duo Maxwell and he was Quatre. They were smiling into the camera and Numbuh Three was doing the trademark Duo peace sign. He smiled softly. Everyone kept telling them what a cute couple they made. After a while refuting it became futile and they just thanked those who said it. His heart swelled as he remembered people cooing over himself and Numbuh Three. Then he remembered the fight from days before. He felt really bad and had no clue about what to do. He sighed. First he had to escape. Noticing a vent, he jump kicked it, and crawled into the chute, until he reached his room. But on his way, he stopped by Numbuh Three's room and watched as she lay on her bed reading Inu-Yasha and cursing the hanyou and his treatment to Kagome.
"Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them. All they're good for is sending you to Hell and back." Numbuh Three muttered to herself. Numbuh Four sighed. He supposed she had a reason to say that. He went to his room and went to bed.
Ok, I'm a liar. I have one more chapter. I really did expect the ending to fit into one chapter, but this is ten typed pages, and so I didn't wanna bore you guys. R&R!
~Whiskers~