15: ::shakes head in protest:: Someone else has to write this chapter!
16: ::growls:: Ya so t'ick Numbuh 15!
15: But its not fair!
957: ::lamely:: You're wasting time.
15: Then why don't you write it?!
27: Please guys! Let's not fight!
Angel: ::sweat drop:: Demon still hasn't come back... And we're beginning to worry about Numbuh 4.
16: Weh took votes on t'e damage inflicted on 'im!
36: Fine, I'll write!
15: It's settled!
Angel: Then let's get started, please n.n!
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When the sun rised high enough, it allowed its golden rays to fall upon the face of a young Asian girl. She groaned as her consciousness fought for control. Quickly annoyed by this, Numbuh 3 sat up, rubbing her stinging eyes. From all of her tears last night, her eyes were quite sensitive. Shielding them with one hand, she used the other to stand herself up.
Her back was sore from where she had hit the ground in her sleep. Her body was also tensed, not used to the wooden floorboards as a resting-place. She grabbed behind her for a chair, but when she didn't feel one, she looked back. There was no chair in the room for anyone to sit on.
Who the hell made an 'infirmary' type area without any chairs for someone to sit on!?
Numbuh 3 sighed, her chest felt heavy where her heart was. She kneeled a respectable distance from the bed which she had spent the night lying by. Numbuh 3 crossed her arms, resting her head on top of them to stare comfortably at the boy.
The golden haired boy was sleeping, as it seemed. He was peaceful looking now, his body no longer squirming from the unidentified pain that had consumed him previously. She was sure he had calmed down sometime last night before she had fallen asleep. But she was completely sure. Everything else was foggy from last night, only key events left to dwell in her memory.
It was unfortunate that each of these events had been painful. Both emotionally and physically for all of them.
Even if the others didn't seem as affected as her, it was clear they were feeling the same as she was.
Numbuh 3 admitted it; they were stronger than she was. Numbuh 3 preferred to show her emotions outwardly, that way nothing was bottled up inside that would harm her sooner rather than later. The others did, however.
Numbuh 4 especially. He confessed once to her that he saw emotions as a weakness. She had tried to argue with him about it, but neither won.
Only now he couldn't keep anything bottled up. He needed some way to let out the pain, there was no way he could lock it away as well.
And what if he dies? She asked herself somberly. She tilted her head downwards, only to find the darkness waiting for her. And what if I'm too chicken enough to tell him?
The familiar damp feel of tears began to catch above her eyelashes. She wiped them gently against her arm, once again looking back at the boy of her affections.
She would tell him. No matter what the cost or time.
She'd have to, or die regretting it her entire life.
"Good morning Numbuh 3." She sighed at the voice. Only one person in the tree house owned that voice and accent.
"Good morning Numbuh 1," She replied, the hint of her usual smile was gone, almost as if it had never existed.
Numbuh 1 sat down at the foot of the bed, looking Numbuh 3 over.
"Did you have a good nights sleep?" He inquired, although he was certain of the answer.
"Not really."
"When did you wake up?" He obvious attempt at a conversation was failing miserably. It was of good intention of course, to try and have her forget about Numbuh 4...It wasn't exactly brilliant of him to try and make her forget the incident with him only a few feet from his form.
"Only a few minutes ago." It was dull, she knew, but the normal enthusiasm was dead.
"Did you sleep here?" He fixed his sunglasses to cover his eyes. She nodded yes, not bothering to look up. If she didn't need to talk, she wasn't going to.
Numbuh 1 looked her over once more, disappointment littering in his eyes. He didn't want Numbuh 3 to fall to depression. He cared for her as a friend, and only a friend. He felt his own pain over this, but being the leader, he needed to be strong. To be a strong leader, you needed the others to be strong as well. At least that was how he saw it...
And depression bothered him, whether he saw it or felt it himself. He gave her an understanding nod, patting her shoulder with intent of comfort.
"You may not want to be to close to him, we don't know if what he has is contagious or not." Numbuh 1 warned as he finally got to his feet.
Numbuh 3 nodded to the empty room, the only inhabitants were her and an unconscious Numbuh 4. That was all the company she needed, for now anyway.
Her hand reached for his once more. Her lavender orbs searched over his face again. His eyes were clenched tightly together, eyebrows furrowed and traces of sweat were developing on his features.
Numbuh 3 watched painfully as the virus, or poison, or what ever was causing him harm, began to take affect again.
His teeth gritted into a growl, a small howl erupted from his lips as his head fell backwards, giving the appearance that the back of his neck didn't exist. One hand grabbed the blue sheets; the other tightened around Numbuh 3's hand, cutting off most circulation.
Numbuh 3 whimpered, not in pain from the intense grip on her hand, but from the emotional strain that stabbed right through her heart.
She couldn't do anything, except for call the others, hoping they would hear her voice echo in the hall, or by chance be walking by.
"It'll be alright," she shushed the blond. It was uncertain if he might be awake, but unable to open his eyes. But he could also be asleep; meaning there was no way for him to escape the throe. "Don't worry Wallabee... You'll be just fine, just you wait!"
Maybe she was talking to herself. Perhaps she really did believe so, or was trying to desperately lessen his pain.
All she knew was that in the back of her mind she was desperately wishing he could hear her, even in the slightest.
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Numbuh 1 looked at the other two operatives standing beside each other nonchalantly.
"I have received information on the Delightful Children From Down the Lane. They are creating an intolerable act by keeping kids from purchasing comics and magazines." Numbuh 1 briefed, the determination that always casted on his face was there. The gasps that always followed were not.
"Where's Numbuh 3?" Numbuh 2 yelped out, noticing the absence of two other members.
"I thought it would be best if we left her here with Numbuh 4... Someone does need to watch over him, and the episode this morning proves that. Someone might want to take advantage of the tree house in his weakened state."
If the two disagreed in any way, neither spoke up. Leaving Numbuh 3 wasn't the best thing for the tree house, but it was the best for her sake, and even Numbuh 4's.
"Alright team, let's move out!" Numbuh 1 ordered, taking over his demeanor as leader.
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The cold ice colored eyes starred fearfully at the long, thin bridge that led to a circle platform in the middle of the area.
It wasn't the sea of fire that frightened them, or made them shiver as if they were in the Arctic without proper attire.
No, it was the seat in the middle of that platform. Only it's outline could be seen, even up close. With the large amounts of light, created from the fire, it was still dark and somber in the room.
It wasn't the chair that completely destroyed their dark appearance. They were not ones to be frightened of inanimate objects. It was the man situated in it, smoking a pipe contently and running a long bony finger through his wavy hair.
"Don't tell me you failed again?" The voice wondered aloud, hearing their footsteps approaching with hesitation. The deep and sinister voice struck them as they huddled closer together.
"We're sorry father," their voices blended into one, dull and boring voice. Their eyes traced the dark surroundings, not wanting to face the wrath of their named father.
Father growled in annoyance. "You're pathetic!" He yelled in outrage, making the golden blond boy wince. "What a disgrace.... My own children..." The man traveled over, knowing the affect it had on the five children.
"We know..." They said, tears evident in their voices, the signs of fear never lost. "Even without the company of Kuki and Wallace, they still beat us."
Father became intrigued with this knowledge, as he twirled to face his children. They all coward further back, but were never hidden in the shadows like the man.
"Tell me why they were absent."
The Delightful Children looked at each other, in search of the answer on one of their faces. When their silent queries came back empty, they shrugged. "We don't know."
"When was the first time that they went up missing?" Father seemed intent to ask until his wonderings were finally answered.
Once again they looked at each other, "just this morning."
Father looked impressed with this answer, there was a feel of a smirk on his face. "Did you use the fireball cannon while my machine was in your possession?"
They nodded, knowing exactly what machine he was talking about. They had their own machines, made by the servants and other children they had forced to do their work. Actually, they hadn't been the ones to force them into building the objects, but it was practically the same. Father only had one machine that he held with pride. The only one that he allowed them to use once.
"Excellent." He whispered in chilling voice, sending unnatural shivers down their spines.
They blinked in confusing. Their eyes asked for an explanation to the pleasure this brought their father.
"Was anyone hit?"
"Uh... We're not sure...But Kuki almost was, if it hadn't been for Wallace, she would have been toast, he didn't seem to feel so well after wards." They mirrored their father's evil grin, although four of them were mentally disgusted with their false façade.
"Good...Good..." The shadowed man chuckled to himself.
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3: That was sort of scary!
36: ::smirks evilly::
15: ^_^
16: --;; at least it fits in wit' t'e plot...
3+15+36: ...what plot?
27+957: ::shake head::
Angel: n.n Please review! The plot is thickening!
16: ::growls:: Ya so t'ick Numbuh 15!
15: But its not fair!
957: ::lamely:: You're wasting time.
15: Then why don't you write it?!
27: Please guys! Let's not fight!
Angel: ::sweat drop:: Demon still hasn't come back... And we're beginning to worry about Numbuh 4.
16: Weh took votes on t'e damage inflicted on 'im!
36: Fine, I'll write!
15: It's settled!
Angel: Then let's get started, please n.n!
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When the sun rised high enough, it allowed its golden rays to fall upon the face of a young Asian girl. She groaned as her consciousness fought for control. Quickly annoyed by this, Numbuh 3 sat up, rubbing her stinging eyes. From all of her tears last night, her eyes were quite sensitive. Shielding them with one hand, she used the other to stand herself up.
Her back was sore from where she had hit the ground in her sleep. Her body was also tensed, not used to the wooden floorboards as a resting-place. She grabbed behind her for a chair, but when she didn't feel one, she looked back. There was no chair in the room for anyone to sit on.
Who the hell made an 'infirmary' type area without any chairs for someone to sit on!?
Numbuh 3 sighed, her chest felt heavy where her heart was. She kneeled a respectable distance from the bed which she had spent the night lying by. Numbuh 3 crossed her arms, resting her head on top of them to stare comfortably at the boy.
The golden haired boy was sleeping, as it seemed. He was peaceful looking now, his body no longer squirming from the unidentified pain that had consumed him previously. She was sure he had calmed down sometime last night before she had fallen asleep. But she was completely sure. Everything else was foggy from last night, only key events left to dwell in her memory.
It was unfortunate that each of these events had been painful. Both emotionally and physically for all of them.
Even if the others didn't seem as affected as her, it was clear they were feeling the same as she was.
Numbuh 3 admitted it; they were stronger than she was. Numbuh 3 preferred to show her emotions outwardly, that way nothing was bottled up inside that would harm her sooner rather than later. The others did, however.
Numbuh 4 especially. He confessed once to her that he saw emotions as a weakness. She had tried to argue with him about it, but neither won.
Only now he couldn't keep anything bottled up. He needed some way to let out the pain, there was no way he could lock it away as well.
And what if he dies? She asked herself somberly. She tilted her head downwards, only to find the darkness waiting for her. And what if I'm too chicken enough to tell him?
The familiar damp feel of tears began to catch above her eyelashes. She wiped them gently against her arm, once again looking back at the boy of her affections.
She would tell him. No matter what the cost or time.
She'd have to, or die regretting it her entire life.
"Good morning Numbuh 3." She sighed at the voice. Only one person in the tree house owned that voice and accent.
"Good morning Numbuh 1," She replied, the hint of her usual smile was gone, almost as if it had never existed.
Numbuh 1 sat down at the foot of the bed, looking Numbuh 3 over.
"Did you have a good nights sleep?" He inquired, although he was certain of the answer.
"Not really."
"When did you wake up?" He obvious attempt at a conversation was failing miserably. It was of good intention of course, to try and have her forget about Numbuh 4...It wasn't exactly brilliant of him to try and make her forget the incident with him only a few feet from his form.
"Only a few minutes ago." It was dull, she knew, but the normal enthusiasm was dead.
"Did you sleep here?" He fixed his sunglasses to cover his eyes. She nodded yes, not bothering to look up. If she didn't need to talk, she wasn't going to.
Numbuh 1 looked her over once more, disappointment littering in his eyes. He didn't want Numbuh 3 to fall to depression. He cared for her as a friend, and only a friend. He felt his own pain over this, but being the leader, he needed to be strong. To be a strong leader, you needed the others to be strong as well. At least that was how he saw it...
And depression bothered him, whether he saw it or felt it himself. He gave her an understanding nod, patting her shoulder with intent of comfort.
"You may not want to be to close to him, we don't know if what he has is contagious or not." Numbuh 1 warned as he finally got to his feet.
Numbuh 3 nodded to the empty room, the only inhabitants were her and an unconscious Numbuh 4. That was all the company she needed, for now anyway.
Her hand reached for his once more. Her lavender orbs searched over his face again. His eyes were clenched tightly together, eyebrows furrowed and traces of sweat were developing on his features.
Numbuh 3 watched painfully as the virus, or poison, or what ever was causing him harm, began to take affect again.
His teeth gritted into a growl, a small howl erupted from his lips as his head fell backwards, giving the appearance that the back of his neck didn't exist. One hand grabbed the blue sheets; the other tightened around Numbuh 3's hand, cutting off most circulation.
Numbuh 3 whimpered, not in pain from the intense grip on her hand, but from the emotional strain that stabbed right through her heart.
She couldn't do anything, except for call the others, hoping they would hear her voice echo in the hall, or by chance be walking by.
"It'll be alright," she shushed the blond. It was uncertain if he might be awake, but unable to open his eyes. But he could also be asleep; meaning there was no way for him to escape the throe. "Don't worry Wallabee... You'll be just fine, just you wait!"
Maybe she was talking to herself. Perhaps she really did believe so, or was trying to desperately lessen his pain.
All she knew was that in the back of her mind she was desperately wishing he could hear her, even in the slightest.
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Numbuh 1 looked at the other two operatives standing beside each other nonchalantly.
"I have received information on the Delightful Children From Down the Lane. They are creating an intolerable act by keeping kids from purchasing comics and magazines." Numbuh 1 briefed, the determination that always casted on his face was there. The gasps that always followed were not.
"Where's Numbuh 3?" Numbuh 2 yelped out, noticing the absence of two other members.
"I thought it would be best if we left her here with Numbuh 4... Someone does need to watch over him, and the episode this morning proves that. Someone might want to take advantage of the tree house in his weakened state."
If the two disagreed in any way, neither spoke up. Leaving Numbuh 3 wasn't the best thing for the tree house, but it was the best for her sake, and even Numbuh 4's.
"Alright team, let's move out!" Numbuh 1 ordered, taking over his demeanor as leader.
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The cold ice colored eyes starred fearfully at the long, thin bridge that led to a circle platform in the middle of the area.
It wasn't the sea of fire that frightened them, or made them shiver as if they were in the Arctic without proper attire.
No, it was the seat in the middle of that platform. Only it's outline could be seen, even up close. With the large amounts of light, created from the fire, it was still dark and somber in the room.
It wasn't the chair that completely destroyed their dark appearance. They were not ones to be frightened of inanimate objects. It was the man situated in it, smoking a pipe contently and running a long bony finger through his wavy hair.
"Don't tell me you failed again?" The voice wondered aloud, hearing their footsteps approaching with hesitation. The deep and sinister voice struck them as they huddled closer together.
"We're sorry father," their voices blended into one, dull and boring voice. Their eyes traced the dark surroundings, not wanting to face the wrath of their named father.
Father growled in annoyance. "You're pathetic!" He yelled in outrage, making the golden blond boy wince. "What a disgrace.... My own children..." The man traveled over, knowing the affect it had on the five children.
"We know..." They said, tears evident in their voices, the signs of fear never lost. "Even without the company of Kuki and Wallace, they still beat us."
Father became intrigued with this knowledge, as he twirled to face his children. They all coward further back, but were never hidden in the shadows like the man.
"Tell me why they were absent."
The Delightful Children looked at each other, in search of the answer on one of their faces. When their silent queries came back empty, they shrugged. "We don't know."
"When was the first time that they went up missing?" Father seemed intent to ask until his wonderings were finally answered.
Once again they looked at each other, "just this morning."
Father looked impressed with this answer, there was a feel of a smirk on his face. "Did you use the fireball cannon while my machine was in your possession?"
They nodded, knowing exactly what machine he was talking about. They had their own machines, made by the servants and other children they had forced to do their work. Actually, they hadn't been the ones to force them into building the objects, but it was practically the same. Father only had one machine that he held with pride. The only one that he allowed them to use once.
"Excellent." He whispered in chilling voice, sending unnatural shivers down their spines.
They blinked in confusing. Their eyes asked for an explanation to the pleasure this brought their father.
"Was anyone hit?"
"Uh... We're not sure...But Kuki almost was, if it hadn't been for Wallace, she would have been toast, he didn't seem to feel so well after wards." They mirrored their father's evil grin, although four of them were mentally disgusted with their false façade.
"Good...Good..." The shadowed man chuckled to himself.
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3: That was sort of scary!
36: ::smirks evilly::
15: ^_^
16: --;; at least it fits in wit' t'e plot...
3+15+36: ...what plot?
27+957: ::shake head::
Angel: n.n Please review! The plot is thickening!