Touch the Sky

By: A. Kiwi

The KND save a young girl named Jerk from her slovenly father with a strange past she can't remember. Rated for language and other things.

A/n: I've gotten my first review(s)! Yay! Thank you to my reviewer(s)! Read on! J

Disclaimer: I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door or related characters.

Chapter One: My name is Amanita

"Can Numbuh Five ask Hoagie a question?" Asked Numbuh Five. "Yes, certainly," said Numbuh Two, listening to Sk8er Boi on the radio. "Would you……… well, actually, do you consider us……… well, you know……… boyfriend and girlfriend?"

He was a boi she was a girl can I make it anymore obvious

He was a punk she did ballet what more can I say

He wanted her she'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well

All of her friends stuck up their nose they had a problem

With his baggy clothes.

The first five lines of Sk8er Boi blared out of the radio, followed by the chorus. Numbuh Two looked at bit bashful, thankful that the darkness of the night hid his blush. "Well, that's one way to put it," he said softly, patting his flight hat. He leaned forward in his seat, turning to face Abigail. "Abby? Will you hold my hand?" Numbuh Five nodded slowly, suppressing a grin as she slipped her hand into his.

He was a sk8er boi, she said see you later boi he wasn't good enough for her

She had a pretty face but her head was up in space she

Needed to some back down to "earth"

5 yrs from now she sits at home feeding the baby

She's all alone she turns on TV guess who she sees

Sk8er boi rockin up MTV she calls up her friends they allready

Know and they've all got tickets to see his show she tags along

Stands in the crowd looks up at the man she turned down

He was a sk8er boi, she said see you later boi he wasn't good Enough for her now he's a super star slamin on his guitar Does your pretty face see what he's worth

Two and Five sat for the longest time in silence, feeling only the warmth of each others hands and the beating of each others hearts. The song finished up with the final few verses.

Sorry girl but you missed out

Well though luck that boi's mine now

We are more than just good friends

This is how the story ends

To bad that you couldn't see

See the man that boi could be

There is more than meets the eye

I see the soul that is inside

He's just a boi

And I'm just a girl

Can I make it anymore obvious

We are in love

Haven't you heard

How we rock eachothers world

I'm with the sk8er boi

I said see you later boi

I'll be back stage after the show

I'll be at the studio singing the song we wrote

About a girl you used to know

The song died down, like bread being scattered to the four winds.
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Numbuh Four ran into the old battered mobile home. "'oly god………" he gagged as a stench reached his nose that reeked like used kitty litter. He shuddered, remembering the time the crazy old cat lady and her cats had captured him after a fight with Numbuh Three. She had saved him in the end, though hadn't much liked being saved by a Sheila, though she was pretty, and did have shining black hair, and large violet eyes, and a sexy ass……… Wallabee shook his head to clear all of these thoughts. He heard loud and obnoxious snoring coming from the second room of the three-room mobile home. He poked his head in. On a red chair, there lay a man who could only be described as a bloat monster. Large belly, beer stained shirt, hairy arms and legs, all the qualities of a bloat monster, checked off in one swipe.
He attempted to lean his head in an uncomfortable position in order to see around the bloat monster. No such luck. He growled and got on all fours, crawling like an animal around the front of the chair, trying not to crush any of the beer cans or trod upon any of the pizza cartons. "Looking for something?" Came a voice from above his head. Numbuh Four literally jumped five feet in their air. Hanging to a swaying light, he looked down. There stood a girl of ten or eleven, around his age basically. "Jump down, I'll catch you," she said, her face not changing. Numbuh Four had no choice but to trust. Letting go, he fell to the ground and landed bone-crunchingly hard on his behind.
"Wot did you do t'at fo'?" Asked Numbuh Four, the stinging pain causing his eyes to water. The girl just stood there, her eyes two blanks. She suddenly blinked the pupils of her eyes coming back into sight. She looked up again and called, "I said jump down. I'll catch you." "Would've been nice if you 'ad," said Numbuh Four. She looked down. "Oh, sorry," she said. He shook his head, dismissing her action. "T'at's ok, now let's 'et teh hell out of 'ere." "Um……… blondie?" Said the girl. "Wot is it?" He asked. She could only manage to look petrified.
He cranked his head around, to see the bloat monster up and moving, holding a rifle, his finger on the trigger, and pointing the barrel straight at him. "Aw, shit," he muttered. As his pudgy hand squeezed the trigger, Numbuh Three danced into the room. "I just wanted to see how you were doing you guys!" she said loudly. "Numba' T'ree, move!" yelled Numbuh Four, not willing for her to die in his place. It was too late. The trigger had been pulled, the shot fired, shattering her skull.
The bullet smashed into her forehead, and the last thing she remembered was it felt like she was holding a thousand pounds on her shoulder, before she collapsed like a ton of bricks and her soul left the world.
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The only thing Numbuh Four could think about as he laid there in agony was that is was a sick joke. A sick joke being pulled on him. She lay there, as still and white as a wax dummy, with droplets of blood streaking down her face from her forehead, staining the floor. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, this time though, the tears weren't from the impact of the fall. He dragged himself over to her, wrapping his arms around her only half conscious of the battle being fought between the bloat monster and their leader, who had abandoned his post at the doorway to the home.
Numbuh One dodged all of the bloat monster's blows easily, his size and speed playing a part in his agility. With one good blast in the head from the S.H.A.R.P.L., the giant was knocked unconscious. Numbuh basked in glory, raising the hunting rifle the giant had held, and preparing to make the shot. He pulled the trigger, the shining bullet soaring through the air and blasting the bloat monster in the stomach. He dropped the gun, feeling remorse, and looking over at Numbuhs Three and Four.
"Oh my, I'm so……… so sorry," said Numbuh One, his ego deflating a little. "I s'ould 'ave died, not 'er, it's my entire fault, and t'ere's not'in' I can do about it," said Numbuh Four. Jerk cried too, occasionally letting out a whimpering noise. She had felt so much pain in her daily life, dragging herself around all day, hardly able to even move because of the stupid ball and chain, being beaten by her father, being utterly and completely alone, since Ermal could hardly count as company. She could imagine the torment this boy was going through, and the pain he felt.
"What is your name?" asked Numbuh One, amidst the silence, looking at her half in disgust, and half in wonder. "Jer—" she paused. Ermal was dead, she didn't have to go by her birth name. "My name is Amanita."
Sorry for the total and complete shortness! I know a few of you wanted ¾, and I'm pretty sure this isn't what you had in mind. Don't worry, I'm going to resurrect her later ^_^;
Notes to reviewers:
Becky Lucinda: Really? You used to like 2/5? I don't ship it, I just made it for the story, but I have to admit, I do kind of like the pairing. Ahhelga: Aggh! I know! The sappiness, it burns! *runs around blindly and crashes into wall* o_x Gijinka Renamon: Glad you like it ^_^ Thanks for reviewing, I agree that all abusive parents should rot.

Anyway, thank you to all reviewers! Reviews (or flames) are what makes the story continue! Thank youuu!

TTFN

~A. Kiwi