Okay, don't fret...okay, yes, do fret because I made an extra long chappy just for you! :D Oh, you lucky people, you! And yay, OC's!! No, not the TV show, sillies! OC's as in original characters! And no, there aren't any Mary Sues. I just needed them for extra plot to add to the story...I think you will find Numbuh Thirty-Three highly amusing. Muahaha. (hands you a flashlight) I like flashlights.

Numbuh Four: Ignore 'er, she's just gone through five cans of Pepsi. So, eh, she doesn't own KND or Spiderman or Pepsi either. Even though she does 'ave Spiderman on DVD and Pepsi in 'er fridge.

Chapter Four

Okay, the first thing that I intended to do after hearing such shocking news was to gasp, but instead I just sat there stupidly like the words were of Japanese dialogue. Then again, I would understand some of it if it were Japanese, being around Kuki enough.

"Yeah, I was pretty surprised, too," Hoagie continued sarcastically, not bothering to wait for my reaction. "I was thinking, 'What would KND want with us? We're seventeen already!'"

Um, yeah. Hoagie's kind of good at reading minds.

"But it turns out, all of their operatives have gone missing! They've managed to rescue a few and put them on KND Moon Base, since that seems to be the only place the disappearances haven't occurred. They can't find the missing ones alone...they need...teenagers."

Teenagers. It was hard to believe that's what we all were now. In fact, in another year, we were basically adults. Spending four years fighting against adults was something entirely different than to actually become one. I mean, soon enough, the most recent Numbuhs one through five would come and attack us.

Woah. I never thought about this before. This is creepy...

"They called us in...we were apparently rated one of the top teams in KND history. The kids there don't want us, of course, but KND HQ demands our appearance at KND Moon Base...tomorrow."

"TOMORROW?!" I yelled. "No, not tomorrow! Not when ah am going through all this crap! Ah don't wanna be in the same room as Numbuh Three, let alone on some bullshit mission!"

Hoagie sighed. He was obviously calmer about the situation than I was. Lucky dude. "It's not like we have a choice...they threatened to make us an enemy."

"Whoo. Ah'm scared now!" I said with my voice dripping mockery. "What could a bunch of stupid, pain-in-the-ass kids do ter us?"

He frowned at me. "Numbuh Four...we used to be those stupid, pain-in- the-ass kids, and we won against the adults all the time."

"Damn," I said, falling backwards onto my pillow. "Ah well, if they really need us, ah guess ah'll go...but ah'm gonna be as nervous as 'ell aroun' Numbuh Three. She's the last person ah want ter see right now. Actually, Evan is...'e's probably gonna try ter kill meh again the second ah come out of 'ere. Ah mean, ah kind of cost 'im 'is relationship with Numbuh Three."

"He was suspended," Hoagie told me. "And besides, it's Numbuh Three's life. Let her do whatever she wants with it."

And falling in love AGAIN with an idiot like me is not one of those things she's going to do with it, let me tell ya.

"Ah guess so."

"Anyways, I better get going. That nurse is scaring me...she keeps looking over at me like I am trying to murder you or something."

I laughed, but it turned out to be more of a coughing noise. "Okay, see ya, Hoagie. Thanks."

The moment he left, I reached under my pillow and grabbed the note. I reread it my fourth time, folded it up, and stuck it in my jeans' pocket.

Damnit – Love sucks.

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I couldn't believe what was happening. We were seventeen, well beyond decommissioning age, and yet here the five of us were, in a spaceship, just like the olden days.

Except, well, we weren't the same anymore. We were nearly twice our height, and Kuki had gotten out of her Rainbow Monkey phase, so she wasn't dancing or humming or whatever.

But she still wasn't out of that cute phase. I doubt she ever will be.

Nigel and Abby were laughing and flirting. I was about to comment about Lizzie, but then remembered that Nigel was now single and had the right to be flirting with whomever he wanted.

Wow, we were basically all single now, besides Hoagie, who is still going out with that airhead blonde from the cheerleading squad. Seriously, she's an airhead. I asked her once where she grew up, and she told me "in a house".

But oh well, Hoagie seems to like her enough, and that's what counts. Apparently she had been in love with him for a year, and finally had the guts to tell him how she felt. He had fortunately felt the same way about her, so they became a couple.

I just wish that it were that easy for me.

Kuki and I haven't said much to each other since yesterday when, she, uh, yeah, you know. I think I waved at her, and she said "hello" this morning when we all met back at Nigel's house. Wow, big accomplishment there.

I still can't believe that Nigel kept one of our spaceships in his garage. Really. I mean, the only thing I kept from KND was one of my robots that I used to practice fighting with. And it doesn't even work anymore, the piece of crap.

I knew something wasn't right the second I got in the ship. I don't know, I guess you could call it a sixth sense, but then again, I'm not seeing dead people, now am I?

"Numbuh Two, have you locked target with Moon Base, yet?"

That was Nigel. He sounded so much like his old, leader self. It almost seemed that I was ten again – on my way to a top-secret mission.

But nope, I wasn't ten anymore. I was seventeen, baby!

"No, I can't seem to find the target I'm supposed to be locking on to." Curious, I walked over to him and found that he wasn't lying. There was absolutely nothing on the moon. Except craters, of course, but who cares about craters anyway? Well, scientists do, of course, but...oh, never mind! Forget it.

"That's odd," Nigel said. "Did you try the megaphone to see if there's a response?"

"Uh, no, I thought you could only use the megaphone."

"Oh, right." Nigel looked somewhat embarrassed, and I smiled a little. He had used to be a strict follower of KND rules so I could understand. "Um," he tapped the microphone and pushed the "on" button. "Excuse me, KND Moon Base? This is Numbuh One...well, not really anymore, but you mailed me and—"

All at once, a fuzzy image of some type of tree house appeared at the top of the moon. It grew bigger and bigger until I realized that it was KND Moon Base.

"Wow, they've really done some work with the place while we've been gone, huh?" Abby asked beside us, eyes wide. "I mean, invisibility? That's just crazy."

"I think it's clever," Kuki said thoughtfully. "No one can get in it this way."

"Yeah, she's roight," I said, feeling her eyes shift over to my face. I wasn't about to look over at her...it was too humiliating.

Then came our response. Of course, they didn't sound too thrilled that we had made it. But something about the voice...well...it just seemed to click. "Alright, come in through the back," it told us, and Hoagie took hold of the steering wheel again.

Kuki stood there next to me for what seemed like forever (but it was really more like fifteen seconds at the most), and you don't know how much I wished she'd move. I mean, I didn't want to look like I hated her or something by walking away...but really, I didn't even want to walk away, but the nerves were starting to get to me.

"So, Numbuh Four," she said slowly. "Um, what do you think of this whole thing?"

What thing was she talking about? The "her and I" thing? Or the KND thing?

Well, duh, Wallabee. She's talking about KND. Like she would ever want to talk about "the her and I" thing. I mean, she must think I'm a total weirdo – I haven't said thank-you for those gifts or anything. And she probably thinks I'm weak...God, if only I had that spider sense thing Spiderman has or I would have seen that punch coming!

"Well, ah dunno. Ah guess it's kind of weird ter meh. Ah mean, they 'aven't contacted us since that day we were all decommissioned..."

Decommissioning Day. I remember that one like it was yesterday...

Flashback

I watched as Numbuh One and Numbuh Two stood up to face the music. I knew what was coming. I couldn't help it – the tears were to fall any second now.

But when Numbuh Three's name was called aloud, I felt my heart shatter. How could I do this to her...only a week before had I broken up with her. This was too much stress to put her through. I had to apologize...make up, or something.

"Numbuh Three," I put a hand on her shoulder, but she pushed it off, glaring at me as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "Numbuh Three, ah'm sorry...ah really am..."

"Don't talk to me!! EVER!" And she ran off towards the door to be decommissioned. It was the last time I would ever see Numbuh Three as Numbuh Three. Because when she came back out, all I saw was Kuki.

End Flashback

"Oh yeah..." she said softly. I guess she was remembering it, too. "I'm sorry, Numbuh Four, I really should've listened..."

"Don't apologize. Ah would've probably acted the same way...except fer the tears a'course."

I was glad to see her smile again. "Numbuh Four, you know you cried."

"No, ah didn't!"

"Yeah, huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah, huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah, huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Would you two PLEASE be quiet? You're giving Numbuh Five a headache..." Abby said like her old self, rubbing her head.

"Oh, sorry, Numbuh Five," apologized Kuki, smiling goofily before turning to me. "Hey, um...Numbuh Four...I...Do you...do you still ever wonder what would happen if we hadn't met Evan?"

HELL YES I HAVE! But, of course, I didn't say that aloud because for one, I didn't really feel like yelling, and two, I wasn't about to go cursing in front of Kuki.

"Yeah, ah 'ave...we'd probably still beh tergether..."

Awkward. Very, very, very, very, very, very, very awkward.

"Yeah," she smiled again. God, I loved that smile. How had I ignored it for the last three years of my supposed, "I-don't-like-Kuki- anymore-I-mean-I-don't-think-I-do-do-I?" attitude?

"But I guess that it wasn't meant to be..."

I felt Decommissioning Day all over again as we stepped out of the spaceship in our space suites. She didn't like me. She said we weren't meant to be. I knew it. There was no way she'd ever go back out with me. I was a jerk. A cold-hearted, dumbshit jerk. I could've held onto her longer. She could be in my arms right now, but I had to dump her.

God, I hate myself!!!!!!!! AAAARRRRRRRGHHHHH.

I avoided her eyes as we made our way inside Moon Base. It was a lot different than I remembered. In fact, it was a lot better than I remembered. Memories came flooding back, and I had to struggle to keep a hold of myself.

"Okay, team, er, guys..." Nigel shook his head. He, too, was probably having a tough time with emotions. Nonetheless, not girl trouble. He could ask Abby out right now, and she'd say yes. However, I couldn't do that. Nope. Kuki didn't like me. She kissed me on the cheek, but she didn't like me. Who kisses someone on the cheek that they don't like?

Girls should come with an instruction manual or something. They are too confusing.

"Numbuh, um," Nigel looked down at the card in his hand. "Numbuh Twenty-Five?"

"Yeah, yeah, what is it?" A short, red-haired girl appeared at the end of the hallway with her hands on her hips. Whoo-ee, I'm scared. Like what could she possibly do to a seventeen-year-old guy like me?

Like I said, she was short, and wore a green sweater with a brown vest over it. Her red hair was about chin-length, but most of it was hidden by the overly large "decommissioning" hat she had on – it even had a blinding yellow "25" at the top of it.

"Oh, it's you teenagers," she practically spat the word at us. "Follow me."

"Why do we 'ave ter follow you? Yer jus' a dumb girl!" I shouted at her. I am getting major déjà vu like we know this girl from somewhere, but that's stupid. How could we know a pipsqueak like her?

"'Dumb girl'?" She was twitching now, and she turned to face us, her eyes as fiery as her hair. "I AM NOT JUST A DUMB GIRL!! I AM HEAD OF DECOMMISSIONING, NUMBUH TWENTY-FIVE!"

I think it all sank in for all of us at the same time. We all stood there staring at her until I saw Nigel crack a grin. "Oh...do you happen to know a Numbuh Eighty-Six?"

The girl's angry voice calmed. "Numbuh Eighty-Six? Um, yes...she's my...sister."

Oh. My. Freakin'. Rainbow. Monkey.

Um, don't ask.

"SISTER?!" We all shouted at the same time, making the girl flinch.

"Yes, yes, now come along before I start yelling again."

Without hesitation, we all followed her, our minds swiveling at how we hadn't known Numbuh Eighty-Six had a little sister.

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When we got in the room, we were surprised to see only three other people in the room besides Numbuh Twenty-Five and us. I mean, they weren't kiddin' when they said they had disappeared all over the world!

The room reminded me of a living room somewhat. A dark-skinned boy was watching the fireplace with mild interest, as if absorbed by the dancing embers inside it. There were plenty of couches and comfy chairs to sit on. The only thing I could think that was missing was the T.V. and the PS2.

"Okay, first off, introductions," Numbuh Eighty-Six's little sister stated. "I'm Numbuh Twenty-Five, head of decommissioning. I may look small, but I am eleven for your information!"

I couldn't help but snicker at that one, and she snapped at me on it, too. Just like Numbuh Eighty-Six.

"What's so funny, blondie? Got somethin' to share with the rest of us?"

"Oh, it's nothin'," I said grinning. "But do ya know 'oo ah am?"

"No, but if you were paying attention, we were about to do introductions!" She yelled angrily at me, and I rolled my eyes. I wasn't about to waste my time arguing with an eleven-year-old.

"Now, this boy over here is Numbuh One-Oh-Six," she pointed to the dark-skinned operative sitting on a couch, now glowering at us with beady black eyes. "He's very new to the KND program, he just joined about two months ago...how he escaped to get here is beyond me...he doesn't talk much, either."

Somehow I had thought Numbuh Twenty-Five was short, but I guess all kids are because once I took a closer look at Numbuh One-Oh-Six, I realized he was a lot shorter than the rest of them. For a second, I could've sworn he was wearing an orange hoody like my own, but only did I learn that it was a golden yellow when Numbuh Twenty-Five flicked on the light.

The glaring boy gave a "humph" sound and returned back to gazing at the flames in the fireplace as if he had no time to pay attention to us.

God, what an attitude. Who stuck a stick up his ass?

I was all of a sudden reminded of myself...only in a younger age, of course. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Numbuh Twenty-Five to see she was almost ready to introduce the next kid in the room.

She was turned to a tall blonde girl reading a magazine that had pictures of movie stars all over it. The girl was giggling as she flipped every page. Numbuh Twenty-Five smacked herself in the face in stress. "Numbuh Thirty-Three! Can you please attempt to care that we are in danger instead of drooling over some stupid guy?!"

The girl looked up angrily. "Well, sorry, Ms. I-Think-I-Own-The-Kids- Next-Door-But-I-Don't-So-I-Spend-My-Time-Bossing-Around-Every-Other-Kid-In- The-Universe!"

"Numbuh Thirty-Three," she said when her blue eyes took hold of us. All of a sudden, her eyes took an unsuspected turn towards me.

Ah, crud. I wasn't any genius or Einstein or anything, but I knew what was coming next.

"And who are you?" The blonde girl now known as Numbuh Thirty-Three asked, batting her eyelashes at me like I would really fall for someone her age anyway.

"Er," I looked back at her, disgusted. "No one ya should beh lookin' at in that way!"

This was way too humiliating. My friends were all giggling at me like a bunch of junior high school girls. "SHUT-UP! Ah can't 'elp it if ah attract dumb girls, all right?!"

"Oh, I'm not dumb," Numbuh Thirty-Three said flirtatiously as she grabbed my arm. "I'm almost thirteen, you know...I graduate next year from junior high..." How could she possibly be looking forward to turning thirteen?! That is, like, a KND operative's worst nightmare!

And if she doesn't stop fluttering her eyelashes at me, I swear I'm going to pull 'em out one by one with my bare hands!

"Just ignore her, blondie – she's like that with almost every older guy..." Numbuh Twenty-Five shook her head, and pointed to the remaining boy in the corner, who was looking at us with idolizing eyes like we had just popped out of a comic book.

"And that there's Numbuh—"

But she was cut off as the brown-haired boy came running up to us, shaking all our hands. Luckily for me, he got Numbuh Thirty-Three off me, but once he started talking, it seemed as if he was speaking some sort of chipmunk language.

"Ohmygosh,I'veheardsomuchaboutyouguys!Youguysarelegends,Ican'tbelieveI'mmeet ingyouinperson!Thisissocool,Ineverthoughtthisdaywouldcome!I'mNumbuhTwoTwenty Eightbytheway!"

We all stood there in either shock or confusion. Shock from how someone could possibly speak that fast, and confusion from, er, well, how could someone think we'd understand someone who could speak that fast?

"Numbuh Two-Twenty-Eight," Numbuh Twenty-Five explained for us. "He's kind of obsessed with superheroes and everything...he knows information about almost every Kids Next Door operative there's ever been. He comes in handy sometimes. He doesn't normally talk that fast...I guess he's just excited about you guys."

"Yup!" He said, still staring at us in that freaky, love struck way. I almost felt like running away his eyes scared me so much.

"Uh, well, I'm Numbuh One...well, used to be anyway," Nigel said, looking up at the ceiling as if embarrassed by something. "But if it helps, you can call me Nigel."

Abby was the next to speak up. "Numbuh Five or Abby, whichever you prefer."

"Numbuh Three," giggled Kuki, and I felt myself blush just because she was standing so close to me. "Or, if you want, Kuki."

"You can call me Numbuh Two! Or, like the rest of my friends have been saying, Hoagie. I'm pretty much used to both."

They all turned to me then, awaiting my introduction. Especially that creepy little Numbuh Thirty-Three. She just kept batting those eyelashes like no tomorrow. "Ah'm Numbuh Four...er...Wally, if ya loike."

"Ooh, Wally," repeated Numbuh Thirty-Three. "I like your name and your accent."

The ceiling became interesting, then. Not sure why, though. All I could see was windows and the outside of space, which wasn't particularly new to me. "Yeah, yeah, whateva..."

"Why are you avoiding me?" She asked, almost sounding hurt. "Do you have a girlfriend already?"

Ha. I wish.

"Is this your girlfriend?" She inquired after no response, making an appalled expression as she turned to my side. "She's nothing special."

OH, NOW YOU'VE DONE IT, YOU CREEPY LITTLE...I DON'T WANT TO CALL YOU SOMETHING BAD BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST A DUMB GIRL AND CAN'T HELP IT, BUT YOU INSULT KUKI, YOU INSULT ME!!!!!

Woah. I need to calm down. Kuki is not even my girlfriend!

Yet.

But like she would ever be.

She hates me.

Right?

What do you mean, "she doesn't?"

She told me she didn't like me.

Shut up, I am trying to get through this story, and I don't need you lying anymore!

Anyways, I was afraid to look over at Kuki, or even say anything to the little brat, but being the dumbshit I am, I went, "You don't even know her! And she's not my girlfriend."

I could feel Hoagie nudge me hard in the back. I looked at him, and he was smirking at me. SMIRKING! Why did I have to tell him about Kuki? Why couldn't I be a best friend with Nigel or something? At least he would be keeping a straight face!

...Okay, I take that back. He's smirking, too. DAMNIT!

Kuki is looking at the ground and shifting her feet. God, Numbuh Thirty-Three doesn't stop at embarrassing me just by liking me, she has to go through the whole "girlfriend" thing and embarrass Kuki.

"Oh," said Numbuh Thirty-Three finally, sounding more relaxed. "Sorry then," and she giggled and, much to my horror, latched onto my arm.

This was going to be one long mission.

Didja like it? Didja? Huh, huh, huh? I hope you did. It took me a long time. Oh, and I don't know if Numbuh Eighty-Six actually has a sister or not, I just made that up for fun. And if it says somewhere that she is an only child, well, whatever because this is my fanfic and I can have whatever I want happen in it, darn it!

I think the Pepsi's caffeine has finally died down. Sue me if the chapter makes no sense – It was the caffeine, I swear! (Oh, and just to warn you, that feeling Wally got in the spaceship...you'll just have to see. Meehee.)

Preview of next chapter:

Kuki screamed then, and just hearing her scream made me scream, and soon enough, all of us were screaming like idiots – kids and teenagers included. None of us even knew what we were screaming about in the first place.

"YOU GUYS!" Kuki hissed at us through the darkness. "I thought I saw something move!"

My heart beat fast, but I didn't want them to know I was scared. I wasn't a girl! "Wh-what did it look loike?"

I could feel Numbuh Thirty-Three's arm clinging on to mine. She was squeezing so tight I thought for sure I'd never have feeling in it again.

"It was big, and—AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

I grabbed her then (which unleashed Numbuh Thirty-Three's grip on me), and I could feel something else was pulling on her leg. "Don't worry, Numbuh Three! I got ya!" But in my heart, I wasn't sure at all.