Hidey-ho, world! Pika here with her almighty chapter seven, to all of her beautiful reviewers out there! (throws you Rainbow Monkeys) It brings tears to my eyes to see how many people love my story...okay, so it really doesn't, but it's getting close!
Um, just something I need to say here because a lot of people kind of get upset with me because it takes me so freakin' long to update and stuff. Well, let's put it this way – I write chapters the day after I put out the one before it. I know, I know, I probably shouldn't have told you this because you are probably tempted to flame me or something now... But, okay, after I write the chapter, I get second thoughts about posting it. Sometimes I feel stupid that people won't like my fanfic, so I spend half my time changing things around...now the story has a totally different storyline than what it first had because I changed everything around.
It was supposed to be about Numbuh Four going on missions even though he's seventeen (also having to deal with school and the prom at the same time), and he gets a kiss from Numbuh Three, which starts to trouble him.
Now that storyline was swiped away because I came up with something better, and I know I need to change the title of this story because, well, it doesn't make sense anymore. The chapter you are about to read is actually not finished, but kind of is at the same time. Every chapter that you have read are incomplete. Now you know the horrible truth. :O Gasp!
Um, yeah, now that I've covered everything...This chapter should be pretty funny to y'all. I'm trying my best to keep a good sense of humor here...after all, if the world begins to end, the most important thing to have would be a sense of humor, and we all know it. So, Numbuh Four, you know your job, so get to it...I'm not paying you for nothing!
Numbuh Four: Ya don't even pay meh at all!
EXACTLY!
Numbuh Four: (grumbles) Pikastarr doesn't own KND....
BTW, dedication goes out to my bud, Pauline (ahhelga). She's the one who got me to post this, so you go now and thank her properly by singing the Rainbow Monkey song at the top of your lungs. NOW! XD
Chapter Seven
The flashlight was on the point of flickering now. Any minute now it would go out and we would be in complete darkness with a kidnapper. Oh, God, that's a scary thought. I mean, it may even be a murderer...it tried to hurt Abby, and that's enough for me to be convinced.
What are we going to do if the light goes out? I mean, it is not like we were all born with night vision and can sneak our way out through the entire Moon Base headquarters to the spaceship. Damnit, Nigel, I knew we should've parked it by the control room!
Numbuh Thirty-Three's still not awake. I don't get this – she's asleep when I actually want her awake. I think my legs are numb.
Wait. What the hell!
Kuki is walking over towards me. Holy shit!! What do I DO?! Do I push Numbuh Thirty-Three off of me and start talking to her?! Or do I just sit here stupidly with Numbuh Thirty-Three resting her head on my chest?!
I am dead. So, so dead!!
"Hey, Numbuh Four," she said in this way that already told me there was something wrong. I mean, she said it so calmly like there was nothing wrong with being locked up in a freakin' control room with only a flashlight to work as a light source, and oh, by the way, did I happen to mention the kidnapper people just waiting to get their filthy paws all over me?!
"Uh, 'ey, Numbuh Three?"
God, I am in so much trouble – I just know it. My sixth sense tells me things sometimes, and it is getting the vibe that I need to get the hell away from this girl. NOW.
"I need to ask you something..."
'I need to ask you something'? I KNEW IT! That sentence never brings any good, let me tell you! Last time I heard that, it was from my dad, who then later went on to explain the birds and the bees, which I really didn't even need to be hearing about...I mean, c'mon! I was going into high school! And you can't tell me those conversations are the most comfortable thing to have with your father, the very person who helped to bring you into the freakin' world by doing the birds and the bees thing!
"Uh, w'ot is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice under as much control as Kuki's was. How she was able to just keep it at such a steady tone really impressed me. Most girls would be in the process of freaking out if there was some freak just outside the room they were in.
"Well, it's just that, um," she seemed to be doing a lot of scuffling of the feet, which was mostly all I could really look at seeing how I'm stuck on the ground with the weight of a twelve-year-old on my chest. "I kind of need someone to lead me to the bathroom..."
UM, HELLO, KUKI! Look at me! Do I look like I can lead anyone to the bathroom right now? Besides, I'm a guy, she should go get Abby or something...Oh, and another thing, I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FREAKIN' BATHROOM IS IN THE FIRST PLACE!!
Not to mention that kidnapper just outside the door. Oh, yeah. How could anyone want to go to the bathroom when they can be kidnapped the second they step out of the door? Or when they're in the bathroom or something. Imagine yourself sitting on a toilet, and then some weirdo shows up and is like, "I'm going to kidnap you, and you better not scream, or I'll kill you." I mean, no duh that you're going to scream—the bathroom is supposed to be the one and only place where you can get some privacy, and this person would, like, see you halfway naked! That'd be like, the worst place to get kidnapped.
Well, being the way that I am sometimes with Kuki, I said all coolly, "Oh, okay."
I need to learn to speak my mind sometimes. Really. My mouth can get me into so much trouble. Now what am I supposed to do? Toss Numbuh Thirty-Three off of me and just stand up? Or ask for help or something?
"Yeah, so, um...can you help me?"
Well, I guess I could help you, Kuki. I mean... You don't have a preteen sleeping on top of you, do you?
"Sure, but ah'm...er...kinda...yeah," I said in this totally lame and awkward voice as I pointed to Numbuh Thirty-Three. I was almost positive that the girl wasn't even asleep anymore and that she only continued to pretend because I happened to be the pillow she was using.
"Here, I'll help you," Kuki said, reaching out to pick up the resting girl in her arms. She said something else, but I really couldn't pay attention because I could finally move my legs! I WAS FREE AT LAST!! YES!!!!
I stood up and smiled as feeling arrived back into my legs. My feet were still somewhat asleep, so being that dumb ass I am; I began to kick the wall behind me. "Wake up, wake up!" I mumbled.
Yeah. I looked like the biggest idiot there ever was, and in front of the prettiest girl alive, too, but for some reason, I never even considered this and just kept kicking. It was like I thought I was the only one in the room, which was really stupid, but I guess I was so absorbed at the thought of my feet being asleep; I just had to go kicking walls over it. The least I could've done was march around or something, but even then, I would've looked weird. But not as weird as I did then.
"Wally, what are you doing?"
In this failed attempt to get my feet awake, I had awoken the bane of my existence – the little brat we have all come to know and NOT love, Numbuh Thirty-Three, a.k.a. "Ms. I Love You, Wally! Do You Love Me?"
I hate myself. Really, REALLY hate myself.
I guess before I could even respond, Numbuh Thirty-Three quickly found out whose arms she was in and freaked out and started screaming something awful, waking up everybody else in the room that had recently fallen asleep.
"LET GO OF ME!!!! NOW!!!!!!" She yelled, particularly too loud for my taste...and my eardrums weren't hesitating to agree. "I DON'T WANT YOU TOUCHING ME EVER AGAIN, YOU...YOU...AAAAAARGGHHHHHHH!!"
For a second there, I was sure she would've said a certain 'b' word, but then reality hit me and said, "She's only twelve, you freak!"
Kuki, who I guess just found out how unbelievably unpredictable the girl could be, dropped her. Seriously, that is exactly what she did, and the perfect way to describe it—dropped her. Numbuh Thirty-Three, upon being dropped, screamed some more at Kuki, which didn't exactly help her win me over, let me tell you, then rolled over and started throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old.
Kuki, however, didn't even flinch. She stared down at the wailing girl, then at me, and said, "Um, can I go to the bathroom now?" This ticked the girl off even more, who latched onto my leg and started blowing raspberries at Kuki.
"He's mine, so lay off! He's going to take me to the bathroom!" She yelled, which didn't even make sense in the first place, seeing as she probably didn't even have to go.
Numbuh Twenty-Five then came over, sighing, and pried the blonde off from my leg. I muttered a "thanks" to her, which only made the girl roll her eyes as she dragged Numbuh Thirty-Three across the floor to the other side of the room.
"You're going to the bathroom?" Abby suddenly spoke up, lifting her upper body from off the ground. "Are you crazy?! You don't even have weapons!"
"Numbuh Five, we were in the Kids Next Door for five years!" Kuki exclaimed. "I think we can hold off some dumb kidnapper people...we are seventeen, you know."
"Well, why Numbuh Four?" Abby asked, suddenly taking a glimpse at me. "He's a boy...Numbuh Five is a girl, you know."
Wow. It is amazing sometimes how well people are able to read my mind. I guess I'm not the mysterious guy I always thought I was.
"Because...um..." Kuki seemed to be struggling with words, which I found a little intriguing because it almost kind of sort of maybe seemed like she liked me. But that thought flew out of my head almost the same second it came into it. Kuki did not like me like that. I was probably just some weirdo that hit on twelve-year-olds to her.
But we all know I do not hit on twelve-year-olds. That is so wrong and disturbing I refuse to be even thinking about it any longer.
"Numbuh Four is my closest friend out of any of you, so there," Kuki said, all of a sudden grabbing my arm and heading towards the exit. It was nice to be called that from the girl that you liked and all, but there was something I did not like about it. That old blushing feeling returned, and I did not have to be a genius to recognize the smirk on Abby's face. She obviously knew why I was blushing. Man, Numbuh Thirty-Three knows and now Abby. Why don't we just announce it over the intercom?! I mean, the world is bound to figure it out sometime!!
I don't know why I bother trying to keep things secret. It's not like it'll remain secret or anything. Maybe I should just tell Kuki I like her now.
Nah.
"Numbuh Four, open the door," Kuki said shakily like opening the door was the most frightening thing she'd ever think of doing. But then again, I guess it kind of is, seeing as someone could be waiting on the other side for us.
"Um, okay." I creaked the door open a peek, but all I saw was a long and dark spooky hallway. "Ah don't think anyone's out there, Numbuh Three."
Kuki grasped onto my arm, and more warmth came over my face, but I kind of liked it and all. Having the prettiest girl ever holding your arm wasn't exactly a bad thing, you know.
"Are you s-sure, Numbuh Four?" But before I could even answer, she sputtered out, "You'll protect me if they try to take me, right?"
"Sure ah will! Now jus' calm down already, and let's get ter the dunny...Ah mean, the bathroom." Even though I have lived in America for, like, practically my whole life, I still slip out Australian words every once in awhile. I can't really blame myself, though...I haven't been back to Australia in forever...
The last memory I actually have of the place is when my sheila friend, Kass, tried to make me go surfing, and that was back when I was like, seven, so I refused to get on a board and get myself drenched in that...water...
God, I need to take swimming lessons someday. You'd think in the past seven years I would take a chance of not being a dork and actually learn that whole swinging arm motion crud or whatever that you're supposed to do in the water. But all I seem to do is flail my arms around like an idiot. I swear I'm hydrophobic or something. It's pretty sad. I have made so many excuses about why I'm never at the pool and stuff. But never have I suggested that it may have to do with the fact that I would rather not be seen using orange floaties on my arms in front of the entire school.
Anyway, Kuki and I had finally made our way out of the room and into the hallway, in which Kuki made an odd sound that kind of resembles a dog when it wants you to throw a tennis ball. "I think the bathroom is just over here," she whispered in a voice that all of a sudden made me get the goose bumps. She sounded frightened beyond all belief, as if she had just saw someone get decapitated or something. Please tell me she didn't see anyone get decapitated – even tough as nails me wouldn't be able to take that in.
Finally we were able to open the door to the girls' restroom, but all of a sudden I wasn't feeling so secure anymore. There was no longer a flashlight with us, and it scared the shit out of me to know that something could be staring at me without my knowledge of it doing so. "Er, Numbuh Three? Can ah come in there, too?"
"Why?"
WHY?! Oh, c'mon!! She of all people should know the answer to this one! What if there's something stalking after us?! What if it's just waiting for her to shut the door so it can come and pounce on me?! What if it's an ALIEN?! WHAT IF—
"Oh, never mind, that was a stupid question. Come on." Kuki pulled me in by the arm, and she made me face the wall even though there were stalls. I don't understand girls sometimes. They are so...secretive. It's like they always have this big thing going on, and you know it, but they reject to ever telling you what it is just so they can torture guys like me. And let me tell you something, ladies – it's working, so will you just cut it out already?! There's only so much a guy can take!
I'm serious—some girl with astonishing writing skills needs to write a book on girls so guys can read it and learn exactly what is going on with them all the time. Like, sometimes they can be floored to see you, and the next, it's all, "Get away from me, I need to be alone." I just don't get it!!
The girls' restroom really wasn't all that new to me, though. I've been visiting girls' bathrooms since, like, fifth grade, where I didn't see the sign that it was for girls only, and I just kind of slipped in, and, well...you should probably know the rest—the shrieks of girls, the teacher running in and grabbing me out, me getting detention even though I tried explaining what I was really doing in there, and it had nothing to do with the girls who I utterly despised in that area of my life.
Just when I thought I'd never see the girls' bathroom again, I was dared to go inside my eighth grade year. I told my friends that there was absolutely nothing that great about going in there unless you wanted to be drowned by the pinkness that is the wallpaper, but they didn't believe that I'd been before, so they forced me to go inside.
It was hell in there the second my foot came down upon the floor. You'll never guess who was in there either. Numbuh Eighty-Six, who at the time, had some sort of a crush on me because I swear I caught her staring at me more than ten times the last math period. She screamed so loudly at seeing me—the very boy she liked—in the same bathroom as her. It was kind of funny for awhile because the girls in the stalls quickly finished up their, er, "business" and came out screaming at me, and I about flipped seeing as they hadn't even washed their hands yet, and they were all trying to punch me. It was kind of gross, but hilarious at the same until I was dragged out by the second grade teacher and detention shortly followed that Thursday.
And when my freshman year of high school came around, I thought the senior guys were so cool that I thought they'd actually let me hang out with them if I wrote stuff on the girls' bathroom's mirrors.
The only thing they did was tell the principal on me in which I received, you guessed it, a week of detention.
Anyways, at last I heard the flushing of a toilet, and Kuki allowed me permission to actually turn around and face the sinks. She quietly washed her hands, red-faced I noticed, but all of a sudden something in the mirror caught my eye. Literally.
I saw Kuki, of course, her eyes aimed down at the faucet she was using to scrub her hands clean, and there was me, looking like the biggest bum there is, but something else that was way more interesting than hygiene was in the mirror.
Two pairs of glowing eyes were staring back at me.
BUM BUM BUM!!! Creepy, ain't it? I am so evil to leave you in such suspense. :3 MUAHAHAHA! Okay, I'm done now...I've done my part, so now you do yours, and REVIEW!
Um, I know the preview to this next chapter may be confusing, but it'll be cleared up once I post Chapter Eight and everything...So many evil ideas inside my beautiful head. XD
Preview of next chapter:
I struggled to regain my breath and opened my eyes. Still, all I could see was blackness, and it was confusing me that there was no difference between my eyes shut or open. "Anyone out there?" I called, and my voice seemed to echo. I really didn't like the fact that I couldn't see or feel anything around me...was I in one of those black hole things or something?
There were sounds of movement beside me, but I still saw nothing but dark. "W'ot is goin' on? Why can't ah see?" I asked no one in particular. "And where is Kuki?!"
Oh, if they took Kuki they were so in for it. I mean, I was in the Kids Next Door for five years, and I wasn't about ready to let my fighting skills go to waste. I'd give ém a KA-POW with a hook shot and a BOOM with my other fist.
Well, I didn't like the fact that no one seemed to be responding to me, since this could possibly mean they are keeping Kuki away from me so...
"YOU ARE SO FREAKIN' DEAD IF YA LAY ONE 'AND ON 'ER!! YA 'EAR MEH?! DEAD!!!!!!!!!!"
"Numbuh Four, be quiet, I'm right here!"
Startled, I turned around. The voice even threw me off because it couldn't possibly belong to Kuki could it? I mean, it sounded a little familiar, but still, my sixth sense told me that if this was Kuki, then there was something totally different about her. "Kuki? Is that you?"
I was beginning to think I had gone blind because no matter how much I blinked or strained my vision, there was nothing in front of me but black. But that was just stupid. I mean, I couldn't really be blind could I?
"Yes, and stop calling me Kuki. You're scaring me."
Stop calling you Kuki? My mind wondered in disbelief. Has she ever thought that maybe...just maybe it is the one thing her parents dubbed her with when she was born? Aren't we supposed to call her Kuki?!
"Why can't ah call ya Kuki?"
A light shone upon her face, and I couldn't believe what I was looking at, because it sure as heck wasn't Kuki.