Disclaimer: I do not own KND nor will I ever own it. I am just a lowly fic
writer who can't produce anything worth reading!
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
A/N- You may have noticed that I haven't updated on this story in a really long time! That is because I died and then came back to life!!! Um. sure. Actually the hell that we all have witnessed called school has just started up and I being a freshman, or Frosh as most call me, have to start focusing on my studies more then my writing T_T. trust me I rather write a story then do 10 problems in stupid Spanish (thank goodness I'm pulling an A+ in that class!) Well then. I don't know exactly how far I'm going to get on this but on with the story!
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Numbuh 4 placed his precious comic books underneath the only place he knew Numbuh 3 would never go. his dirty clothes pile. Armed with rubber gloves and a small mask to go about his mouth, he lifted up as much of it as he could with one hand while dropping the comics on the ground with the other. Once they were in place, he quickly dumped all the clothes on top of them and then scampered out of the room to wash himself thoroughly. How he could live in that kind of manner was unthinkable, even to him. Once safely out of the wrestling ring he called a room, the bathroom was his destination while hoping that no one would walk into his way or even get near him so he wouldn't cause any trouble with the reek that followed him down the hall. Safely at his destination, Numbuh 4 furiously scrubbed his hands, arms and shoulders after removing his orange hoodie. 12 years old and already fearing being smelly and the dreaded B/O. Slightly shaking his head with a small smile playing on his lips, 4 slung the hoodie over his shoulder and wearing a black cut off shirt with his usual jeans walked out of the restroom feeling clean and happy. Deciding that it was unbelievably hot day just for the fair, he left his sweatshirt on the floor next to his door and hammed his hands into his pockets, walking with a grace into the kitchen that didn't go unnoticed by Number 3. She secretly spied on him from behind the box of Honey Crunchies that just happened to be there to hide the coy look on her face. As quietly as she could, the Japanese girl slid underneath the heavy oak table before her victim spotted her, crawled belly down towards his ankles and then squealed as she grabbed 4 and yanked him to the floor. The KND members, or those who were left in their seats, gasped as Numbuh 1 only rewarded 3's antics with nothing more then the raising of an eyebrow. "Do you mind telling me what you think you're doing Numbuh 3?" From her position on the floor, which happened to be sitting on 4, she smiled.
"I wanted to say good morning!" Her sudden bursts of energy were enough to explain what happened but 1 wanted to see if she had another reason. He sigh and realized that she didn't. The endless grin on her face faltered momentarily until she saw everyone staring at her. "What did I do?" 4 thought that was the best moment to push her off. With a small squeal of glee she slid to the floor and started to spin. "Again again!" 4 glared at her angrily as he showed her the large welts that were forming on his check and arm.
"Is there a reason you wanted to do that 3!?" She opened her eyes for a second before shutting them tightly, the anger on 4's face to much to bare.
"I just thought it was a good way to say good morning." The usual bounce in her voice suddenly disappeared creating a dull sort of sound that wasn't her at all. 4 saw this and calmed down.
"Well next time you decide to pounce on me, can you give me a little more warning? I'll let you do it just. tell me when." She nodded.
"Okay!" And she flew out of the room, the youthful sound and step once again finding her. Numbuh 1 once again raised an eyebrow, this time at 4.
"Is there a reason you can't stay angry at that ball of green energy?" 4 just shrugged.
"It's hard. I just don't like seeing her sad because it's just not like her." 5 smiled slyly.
"Numbuh 5 thinks she knows what's going on." The boys stared at her, not knowing the mind of females.
"What do you mean!?" 4 all but yelled unwillingly. She smirked while flipping her hair in no general direction.
"You'll all find out soon enough." As she started to walk out of the kitchen everyone heard her triumphant giggle and the words "I love being a girl."
A/N- What'cha people think? I know it's really short but like I said, absolutely no time on my own hands. Now I have to finish a stupid essay. wish me luck and I think chappy 3 will be soon if you want it!
A/N- You may have noticed that I haven't updated on this story in a really long time! That is because I died and then came back to life!!! Um. sure. Actually the hell that we all have witnessed called school has just started up and I being a freshman, or Frosh as most call me, have to start focusing on my studies more then my writing T_T. trust me I rather write a story then do 10 problems in stupid Spanish (thank goodness I'm pulling an A+ in that class!) Well then. I don't know exactly how far I'm going to get on this but on with the story!
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Numbuh 4 placed his precious comic books underneath the only place he knew Numbuh 3 would never go. his dirty clothes pile. Armed with rubber gloves and a small mask to go about his mouth, he lifted up as much of it as he could with one hand while dropping the comics on the ground with the other. Once they were in place, he quickly dumped all the clothes on top of them and then scampered out of the room to wash himself thoroughly. How he could live in that kind of manner was unthinkable, even to him. Once safely out of the wrestling ring he called a room, the bathroom was his destination while hoping that no one would walk into his way or even get near him so he wouldn't cause any trouble with the reek that followed him down the hall. Safely at his destination, Numbuh 4 furiously scrubbed his hands, arms and shoulders after removing his orange hoodie. 12 years old and already fearing being smelly and the dreaded B/O. Slightly shaking his head with a small smile playing on his lips, 4 slung the hoodie over his shoulder and wearing a black cut off shirt with his usual jeans walked out of the restroom feeling clean and happy. Deciding that it was unbelievably hot day just for the fair, he left his sweatshirt on the floor next to his door and hammed his hands into his pockets, walking with a grace into the kitchen that didn't go unnoticed by Number 3. She secretly spied on him from behind the box of Honey Crunchies that just happened to be there to hide the coy look on her face. As quietly as she could, the Japanese girl slid underneath the heavy oak table before her victim spotted her, crawled belly down towards his ankles and then squealed as she grabbed 4 and yanked him to the floor. The KND members, or those who were left in their seats, gasped as Numbuh 1 only rewarded 3's antics with nothing more then the raising of an eyebrow. "Do you mind telling me what you think you're doing Numbuh 3?" From her position on the floor, which happened to be sitting on 4, she smiled.
"I wanted to say good morning!" Her sudden bursts of energy were enough to explain what happened but 1 wanted to see if she had another reason. He sigh and realized that she didn't. The endless grin on her face faltered momentarily until she saw everyone staring at her. "What did I do?" 4 thought that was the best moment to push her off. With a small squeal of glee she slid to the floor and started to spin. "Again again!" 4 glared at her angrily as he showed her the large welts that were forming on his check and arm.
"Is there a reason you wanted to do that 3!?" She opened her eyes for a second before shutting them tightly, the anger on 4's face to much to bare.
"I just thought it was a good way to say good morning." The usual bounce in her voice suddenly disappeared creating a dull sort of sound that wasn't her at all. 4 saw this and calmed down.
"Well next time you decide to pounce on me, can you give me a little more warning? I'll let you do it just. tell me when." She nodded.
"Okay!" And she flew out of the room, the youthful sound and step once again finding her. Numbuh 1 once again raised an eyebrow, this time at 4.
"Is there a reason you can't stay angry at that ball of green energy?" 4 just shrugged.
"It's hard. I just don't like seeing her sad because it's just not like her." 5 smiled slyly.
"Numbuh 5 thinks she knows what's going on." The boys stared at her, not knowing the mind of females.
"What do you mean!?" 4 all but yelled unwillingly. She smirked while flipping her hair in no general direction.
"You'll all find out soon enough." As she started to walk out of the kitchen everyone heard her triumphant giggle and the words "I love being a girl."
A/N- What'cha people think? I know it's really short but like I said, absolutely no time on my own hands. Now I have to finish a stupid essay. wish me luck and I think chappy 3 will be soon if you want it!