Angel: First I have to answer __________________ question: I am not
Experiment 624, although are names are the same. In fact, I was created
before the movie Lilo &Stitch. That was an interesting question though ^_^.
15: ::nods:: she's human...looking...
16: Alroight, let's start wit' t'e story ^____^
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The sun was setting by the time Numbuh 1, Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 5 walked in through the front door of the tree house. They were coming home, or what they could call home, after a fated victory. Sure, they had doubts they wouldn't win. It was just three of them against their greatest nemesis yet. But somehow they had pulled through as the victors, as they always did.
"Numbuh 5 feels awful about leavin' Numbuh 3 an' Numbuh 4 alone...What if he had another 'episode' and she freaked?"
Numbuh 1 looked down at the floor for a second. He had thought that in the beginning, but he wasn't going to tell his team. Or the lack of his team. Finally he looked up into their awaiting eyes. "I still think it was best to leave her with him. Numbuh 3 can be responsible when she wants to...I hope," he said the last part out loud by mistake, earning a look from Numbuh 5.
"Numbuh 5's going to check on dem, aiight?" She received a nod from her leader, even if she knew she'd go anyway. She had felt guilty the entire time they had been gone. She only wished that her friend would get better sometime soon. It was only half a day, and yet it was already starting to feel quieter and lonelier in the tree house.
She sighed and took off down the hallway, in the direction of the 'infirmary.'
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"How's he doin'?" Numbuh 5 asked upon entering the room, finding Numbuh 3 sitting on a makeshift chair. Her eyes were intent to watch Numbuh 4's quiet form.
"He's been fine for a while," she explained as simply as she could. That was the only way she acknowledged Numbuh 5's presence.
"How are you, Numbuh 3?" she asked her friend solemnly. She already knew the Japanese girl was in hell. It was written all over her pale flesh. It was cast in her dull, lifeless eyes.
"Just fine." An obvious lie it was. Numbuh 5 didn't press, however, a strange contrast to her usual personality. Numbuh 5 kneeled down on the floor next to her distressed friend. Her eyes studied Numbuh 4, just to find there was no change in his condition.
For the hour that they had left he hadn't worsened at all.
But he hadn't gotten any better.
"Do you think he'll get better?" Numbuh 3 asked suddenly. The silence in the room must have finally gotten to her. A smile tugged on the left side of Numbuh 5's lips, even if it made her fell even guiltier.
"'Course he will." Numbuh 5 said bluntly. She hadn't even paused to think.
"What makes you so sure?" Numbuh 3 looked up at Numbuh 5, her eyes slightly sore from watching Numbuh 4 for the passed few hours. Numbuh 5 looked back at her, the smiling beginning to show on the other side of her lips.
"'Cause Numbuh 4's a fighter," although it wasn't a medical explanation it gave the two of them a bit of silent comfort, "and he'd never leave any of us behind. Especially not you." She added.
Numbuh 3 accepted this answer, and of course even found slight comfort from it. But she still wanted true answers.
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Numbuh 2 sat on the couch, engrossed in a large sandwich he had prepared in the previous minutes. He wasn't hungry, he just needed to eat something very badly. His lips met the bread as his teeth sunk within, tearing off a piece and chewing it in his mouth, leaving the rest of his prey intact.
No, he wasn't heartless. Numbuh 2 wasn't munching away because where his heart was supposed to be was a gaping black hole.
He ate because he was something was eating at him. Since he was young (Well, younger) he had learned to deal with his problems by, in a way, eating them off his conscious. That was the explanation to his size and weight. It only got harder to stop as he got older.
Numbuh 2 regarded the sandwich a last time before setting it down on the coffee table, a napkin placed neatly underneath. He took in a deep breath, and exhaled, long and somber.
Just as he went to pour himself some milk, to chase down the food, just as the doorbell rang.
First he looked around for Numbuh 1, who always answered. After all it was his house that the large oak had grown out of. He waited a while to hear if Mrs. or Mr. Uno would check on their guest.
When the doorbell screeched a second time, he was sure they weren't home.
Knowing he didn't need Numbuh 1's consent, (he had learned the hard way only months before when he was alone in the tree house and an important guest had arrived,) he began his decent down the steep and narrow staircase. He hadn't been the one to design it; otherwise he would have made it more sturdy looking. It was Numbuh 1 who had the say in it. (After all it was his house. He had a right to side with Numbuh 5 if he wanted to.) It didn't change the fact that Numbuh 2 had dreams of breaking through the cheap wood and falling into complete darkness.
As he came to the bottom, he panted quickly, holding one knee, he leaning against the wood banister for support. Feeling some air come back to his lungs, he pushed aside a few old coats and sweaters with stains and holes ripped in from the moth's last feast. He went through the exit door, which doubled as a closet for the Uno's.
It was a wonder it hadn't been discovered yet. Adults were so oblivious sometimes. His own mother never realized he wasn't home for supper, or in his own bed.
The doorbell could be heard sounding off a few more times. The owner of the hand pressing the obnoxious instrument was becoming more impatient the closer he came.
Numbuh 2 side, rubbing the temple of his fore head. He was in no mood today. But who could blame him? Lack of sleep and the possible death of his best friend looming over in his mind wouldn't count as the best day.
"Hold your horses!" He called out, still rubbing his aching head. He knew the worst it could be was Lizzie. (A/N: I would say Numbuh 86, but she didn't some into the series after Operation: Grow-up.) It was worse enough without his insane girlfriend inquiring why no one was paying her any mind. She'd tramp in there and be selfish about Numbuh 1; not caring that a dear friend's life was hanging in the balance.
Numbuh 2 opened the white painted door of the front house. He could feel multiple pairs of eyes watching him intensely, so Lizzie was off the list. He finally looked up at the owners of the eyes. Suddenly his mouth dropped as far as it would go. His eyes were opened wide behind his captain's goggles. It was much worse than Lizzie...
A whole lot worse than Lizzie...
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Numbuh 1 drew in a sharp breath as the needle pricked through Numbuh 4's skin. Blood flowed in through the clear instrument. When it was finally filled, Numbuh 1 withdrew it from his pale skin.
Numbuh 3 looked on with query in her eyes, looking between Numbuh 4, the needle, and Numbuh 1.
"What was that for?" Numbuh 5 asked for the both of them.
"Blood sample," he stated simply, flicking the liquid through the plastic, or glass.
"Why?"
"If he was poisoned, this will help us tell what's hurting him..." Numbuh 1 trailed off in his explanation as he examined the liquid, which was now placed in a vile. He knew he couldn't see anything unnatural with his human eyes, but felt the need to check anyway. "I'll send it off to the Kids Next Door lab to be-"
"No need to." Numbuh 2 cut him off, standing in the doorway. The affects of their unexpected guests were slowly beginning to fade, although still unwelcome.
"Don't be silly Numbuh 2!" Numbuh 3 chastised, her voice cracking slightly.
"He's right, there's no need to involve them." A voice spoke up behind him. It recaptured Numbuh 1's attention, and caught Numbuh 5's, who had brushed him off in the beginning.
Numbuh 2 looked down at the floor, ashamed. He slowly moved out of the way to reveal the four looming shadows.
The same reaction showed by Numbuh 2 now mirrored on his team mates face.
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Angel: ::blink blink:: That's all?
36: ::nods:: It's supposed to add some suspense.
957: That's why it's not told who the 'four shadows' are.
15: ::impressed:: I didn't know she could say all that!
16: She is human after all --;;
27: ::Turns to readers:: Please review. Hopefully Demon shall return by the next chapter.
3: ::Reading:: Who are the people?! I have to know!!!!!!!!!
27: They'll be identified in the next chapter ^^;;
15: ::nods:: she's human...looking...
16: Alroight, let's start wit' t'e story ^____^
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The sun was setting by the time Numbuh 1, Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 5 walked in through the front door of the tree house. They were coming home, or what they could call home, after a fated victory. Sure, they had doubts they wouldn't win. It was just three of them against their greatest nemesis yet. But somehow they had pulled through as the victors, as they always did.
"Numbuh 5 feels awful about leavin' Numbuh 3 an' Numbuh 4 alone...What if he had another 'episode' and she freaked?"
Numbuh 1 looked down at the floor for a second. He had thought that in the beginning, but he wasn't going to tell his team. Or the lack of his team. Finally he looked up into their awaiting eyes. "I still think it was best to leave her with him. Numbuh 3 can be responsible when she wants to...I hope," he said the last part out loud by mistake, earning a look from Numbuh 5.
"Numbuh 5's going to check on dem, aiight?" She received a nod from her leader, even if she knew she'd go anyway. She had felt guilty the entire time they had been gone. She only wished that her friend would get better sometime soon. It was only half a day, and yet it was already starting to feel quieter and lonelier in the tree house.
She sighed and took off down the hallway, in the direction of the 'infirmary.'
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"How's he doin'?" Numbuh 5 asked upon entering the room, finding Numbuh 3 sitting on a makeshift chair. Her eyes were intent to watch Numbuh 4's quiet form.
"He's been fine for a while," she explained as simply as she could. That was the only way she acknowledged Numbuh 5's presence.
"How are you, Numbuh 3?" she asked her friend solemnly. She already knew the Japanese girl was in hell. It was written all over her pale flesh. It was cast in her dull, lifeless eyes.
"Just fine." An obvious lie it was. Numbuh 5 didn't press, however, a strange contrast to her usual personality. Numbuh 5 kneeled down on the floor next to her distressed friend. Her eyes studied Numbuh 4, just to find there was no change in his condition.
For the hour that they had left he hadn't worsened at all.
But he hadn't gotten any better.
"Do you think he'll get better?" Numbuh 3 asked suddenly. The silence in the room must have finally gotten to her. A smile tugged on the left side of Numbuh 5's lips, even if it made her fell even guiltier.
"'Course he will." Numbuh 5 said bluntly. She hadn't even paused to think.
"What makes you so sure?" Numbuh 3 looked up at Numbuh 5, her eyes slightly sore from watching Numbuh 4 for the passed few hours. Numbuh 5 looked back at her, the smiling beginning to show on the other side of her lips.
"'Cause Numbuh 4's a fighter," although it wasn't a medical explanation it gave the two of them a bit of silent comfort, "and he'd never leave any of us behind. Especially not you." She added.
Numbuh 3 accepted this answer, and of course even found slight comfort from it. But she still wanted true answers.
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Numbuh 2 sat on the couch, engrossed in a large sandwich he had prepared in the previous minutes. He wasn't hungry, he just needed to eat something very badly. His lips met the bread as his teeth sunk within, tearing off a piece and chewing it in his mouth, leaving the rest of his prey intact.
No, he wasn't heartless. Numbuh 2 wasn't munching away because where his heart was supposed to be was a gaping black hole.
He ate because he was something was eating at him. Since he was young (Well, younger) he had learned to deal with his problems by, in a way, eating them off his conscious. That was the explanation to his size and weight. It only got harder to stop as he got older.
Numbuh 2 regarded the sandwich a last time before setting it down on the coffee table, a napkin placed neatly underneath. He took in a deep breath, and exhaled, long and somber.
Just as he went to pour himself some milk, to chase down the food, just as the doorbell rang.
First he looked around for Numbuh 1, who always answered. After all it was his house that the large oak had grown out of. He waited a while to hear if Mrs. or Mr. Uno would check on their guest.
When the doorbell screeched a second time, he was sure they weren't home.
Knowing he didn't need Numbuh 1's consent, (he had learned the hard way only months before when he was alone in the tree house and an important guest had arrived,) he began his decent down the steep and narrow staircase. He hadn't been the one to design it; otherwise he would have made it more sturdy looking. It was Numbuh 1 who had the say in it. (After all it was his house. He had a right to side with Numbuh 5 if he wanted to.) It didn't change the fact that Numbuh 2 had dreams of breaking through the cheap wood and falling into complete darkness.
As he came to the bottom, he panted quickly, holding one knee, he leaning against the wood banister for support. Feeling some air come back to his lungs, he pushed aside a few old coats and sweaters with stains and holes ripped in from the moth's last feast. He went through the exit door, which doubled as a closet for the Uno's.
It was a wonder it hadn't been discovered yet. Adults were so oblivious sometimes. His own mother never realized he wasn't home for supper, or in his own bed.
The doorbell could be heard sounding off a few more times. The owner of the hand pressing the obnoxious instrument was becoming more impatient the closer he came.
Numbuh 2 side, rubbing the temple of his fore head. He was in no mood today. But who could blame him? Lack of sleep and the possible death of his best friend looming over in his mind wouldn't count as the best day.
"Hold your horses!" He called out, still rubbing his aching head. He knew the worst it could be was Lizzie. (A/N: I would say Numbuh 86, but she didn't some into the series after Operation: Grow-up.) It was worse enough without his insane girlfriend inquiring why no one was paying her any mind. She'd tramp in there and be selfish about Numbuh 1; not caring that a dear friend's life was hanging in the balance.
Numbuh 2 opened the white painted door of the front house. He could feel multiple pairs of eyes watching him intensely, so Lizzie was off the list. He finally looked up at the owners of the eyes. Suddenly his mouth dropped as far as it would go. His eyes were opened wide behind his captain's goggles. It was much worse than Lizzie...
A whole lot worse than Lizzie...
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Numbuh 1 drew in a sharp breath as the needle pricked through Numbuh 4's skin. Blood flowed in through the clear instrument. When it was finally filled, Numbuh 1 withdrew it from his pale skin.
Numbuh 3 looked on with query in her eyes, looking between Numbuh 4, the needle, and Numbuh 1.
"What was that for?" Numbuh 5 asked for the both of them.
"Blood sample," he stated simply, flicking the liquid through the plastic, or glass.
"Why?"
"If he was poisoned, this will help us tell what's hurting him..." Numbuh 1 trailed off in his explanation as he examined the liquid, which was now placed in a vile. He knew he couldn't see anything unnatural with his human eyes, but felt the need to check anyway. "I'll send it off to the Kids Next Door lab to be-"
"No need to." Numbuh 2 cut him off, standing in the doorway. The affects of their unexpected guests were slowly beginning to fade, although still unwelcome.
"Don't be silly Numbuh 2!" Numbuh 3 chastised, her voice cracking slightly.
"He's right, there's no need to involve them." A voice spoke up behind him. It recaptured Numbuh 1's attention, and caught Numbuh 5's, who had brushed him off in the beginning.
Numbuh 2 looked down at the floor, ashamed. He slowly moved out of the way to reveal the four looming shadows.
The same reaction showed by Numbuh 2 now mirrored on his team mates face.
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Angel: ::blink blink:: That's all?
36: ::nods:: It's supposed to add some suspense.
957: That's why it's not told who the 'four shadows' are.
15: ::impressed:: I didn't know she could say all that!
16: She is human after all --;;
27: ::Turns to readers:: Please review. Hopefully Demon shall return by the next chapter.
3: ::Reading:: Who are the people?! I have to know!!!!!!!!!
27: They'll be identified in the next chapter ^^;;