Love IS Crazy!
By- SarahRulerOfDaUniverse
Chapter 7- Numbuh Four's quest
Numbuh Five: -___- Numbuh Five is not liking dis story one bit!
Sarah-RODU: Why?
Numbuh Five: Because you put Numbuh Five together with Numbuh One!
Sarah-RODU: It's not my fault! It's Numbuh7's fault! SHE was da one who likes that couple SO much; she'd hunt me down if I didn't!
Numbuh Five: -___- But did ya hafta make EVERYONE insane?
Sarah-RODU: ^_^ yep. Now here's da story! Oh, and btw, thanks for da e-card D-san!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kids Next Door...HOWEVER, I DO own Numbuh Eight and the craziness of dis fic! ^_^ Enjoy! AND MAKE SURE NOT TO FLAME!!!
Two-Seventy-Four, One, Two, and Four were trying to make up some sort of plan. They were all very stunned by the sudden robot attack, especially Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four and Numbuh One. While Numbuh Two and Numbuh Four were in Numbuh Seven's room, eating nachos, Numbuh One and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four were with the girls that were most important to them.
The robot attack had an affect on the boys of the KND as well as it had an affect on the girls, who they would soon know had been brainwashed. Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four was shocked, the way Numbuh Eight was taken away so quickly…they just took her like it was nothing!
"It's…its all my fault!" mumbled Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four quietly.
Numbuh Four looked up from a blue print. "Wha's tha' Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four?" he asked.
"Nothing…just…nothing…" Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four sighed. He left the room and took a small walk around the tree house…or what was left of it.
There was glass and many other things scattered around everywhere. The proud home of Numbuh Seven, Numbuh Eight, and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four was literally turned into the opposite of what it once was. Instead of the loud music that was always playing from Numbuh Eight's stereo, there was silence. The silence seemed to taunt Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four. A voice in his head kept saying how he could have saved Numbuh Eight, and all the others…and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't go away…
"OK, I ADMIT IT!!! IT'S MY FAULT!!! IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!" he suddenly shouted, breaking the unwanted silence that surrounded the area.
Numbuh One, Numbuh Two, and Numbuh Four went out and rushed over to their friend.
"I LET THEM DOWN!!! I LET THEM ALL DOWN!!! I'M SUCH A LOUSY TEAM MATE!!!" he yelled, ignoring the worried looks on the other boys' faces.
"E's finally gone crazy…" mumbled Numbuh Four.
"He's SO dreamy…" added Numbuh Two in a girlish voice.
Both Numbuh One and Numbuh Four backed away from the seemingly fruity Numbuh Two and eyed him as if he'd just grown another arm.
Numbuh Two
then started giggling like a little schoolgirl at their reactions. This made
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four jump up and tackle the fat b*****d.
"WHAT THE F*** IS SO F******
FUNNY? OUR FRIENDS HAVE BEEN F****** KIDNAPPED!!! DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT, YOU
FAT F***?!?"
"Err…no?" Numbuh Two answered.
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four was SO pissed by this, he was going to tear Numbuh Two limb-from-limb, but he paused when he heard another girlish giggle, and this one didn't come from the fruity Numbuh Two.
"Oh, you are like, SO much better than that jerk, Chad!" said a familiar voice.
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four slowly turned around to see his worst nightmare.
"Oh, it's you," said Numbuh Eight stiffly as soon as Two-Seventy-Four glanced at her.
Numbuh Eight looked as if she was transformed, the pink hat she once wore was not on her head, her clothes were plain…she looked as if she was one of the delightful children, who were standing right beside her. She was holding hands with the 'delightful' kid who wore that stupid helmet. She gazed at him lovingly.
Seven, Five, and Three were with her as well. They, too, wore plain, dorky, clothes and had a very smitten look on their faces.
"N-numbuh Five?" called Numbuh One. His voice was very shaky and uneasy.
Numbuh Five snorted. "My name is Abigail, Nigel, and I have absolutely NO time for those who haven't made much of an effort to rescue their friends." She gazed at the tall Delightful kid with the brown hair that covered his eyes. "I have found someone better…"
Numbuh One was stunned. How could he have been so blind? While he was being chased by flies and building a grudge against Numbuh Two, the one thing that he cared for the most, that one girl, was stolen by a kid with hair and was much taller and British than him…It wasn't Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four's fault that the girls got kidnapped, it was HIS. The rage slowly built up inside of him, about to destroy everything he once stood for, but in the meanwhile, Numbuh Seven smiled mockingly.
"Forget the
Kids Next Door!" she laughed, "I know
now it doesn't even matter!" She gave the short, blonde Delightful kid a small
hug and Numbuh Three started glaring at her.
"HEY!!! That's MY man!" Numbuh
Three cried.
Numbuh Two started sobbing. "N-Numbuh Three…I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL!!!" He started running off into an unknown direction like the sissy he was.
Everyone stood quiet after this comment. Was it really true Numbuh Two had a thing for Numbuh Three? But wasn't he fruity?
"…I understand, Numbuh Eight," mumbled Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four, startling everyone. "I know you need someone you can trust, and that person can't be me, because my success, all of it seems in vain…because I've all done it for you. But now that you don't need me, I guess the team won't either…" He walked away, and in just minutes, he was gone, without a trace.
Suddenly, Numbuh One cleared his throat. "I also suppose the team won't need me either, since I could not rescue any of you from the goodie two-shoe Delightful Children, so therefore, I leave you in charge, Numbuh Four," and with that, the bald kid walked away into his new destination, which no longer involved the KND.
"What a freak," thought the Delightful Children out loud. "How could they leave the Australian kid as the leader…?"
"'Ey! It ain't bad to be from Australia!" Numbuh Four shouted.
The Delightful Children laughed. "Yeah, whatever. I guess this is the end of the Kids Next Door…" They walked away, dragging the girls along with them, and leaving Numbuh Four alone to his thoughts.
'Humph,' thought Numbuh Four. 'Ah guess it's up to me to fix this all up…Tha' team o' ours is as good as screwed!'
He sighed, but didn't give up. He was determined, he wouldn't show mercy to those Delightful Children! Never! As long as he kept the title of 'The Tough Guy', and had blonde hair, he'd never let his team down, no matter how f****d up they were!
-END CHAPTER-
Sarah- RODU: ^___^ and that's the end of that chapter!
Numbuh Four: Why'd ya make me in charge? Was it 'cause ah was a great leada' in Operation: CANNON?
Sarah- RODU: ^___^ Nope. It was 'cause you are a crazy little monkey! Anywayz, I'm really sorry this chapter took SO long! Here are my reasons:
I had REALLY bad asthma (That's right! I have asthma! ;___; I hate my life!) And my mom didn't let me go on the computer. I had a project due this week Dumb school work WRITERS BLOCK!!! ;___;Numbuh Four: -____- those ain't no good reasons at all!
Sarah- RODU: Screw you, Numbuh Four, you crazy little monkey!
Numbuh Four: Would ya stop callin' me tha'?
Narrator Guy: Will Numbuh Four get the team back together again? Will the girls somehow realize how much the Delightful Children suck? Will Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four and Numbuh One realize the girls have been brainwashed? Will the story EVER make sense? WILL LITTLE TIMMOTHY LIVE?!?! Find out when YOU REVIEW and Sarah- RODU doesn't have any asthma attacks!
