Computer Thief!

Chapter Four

Twister's Battle

::UNPAUSE!::

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"Heh, heh. This'll be perfect!" Twister grinned while clicking around on the computer. "Once that faker takes the computer from me, I'll just have to wait until he gets off. Then I'll take it back. Let's see how he likes it!" He threw his head back as he cackled insanely.

He browsed around for a couple of hours. Soon, however, that came to an end when he felt something rumbling in his stomach. He shot right up, clutching his stomach.

"Oh man! I shouldn't have had all those beans for lunch!" He dashed out of the room. "Gain way!" He zoomed past Lars and into the bathroom. The door slammed shut.

Ten or so minutes later…

::Fllllluuuuuuusssshhhhh!!!::

"Ahhhhh… Freedom…" Twister sighed happily as he stepped out of the bathroom. The flowers near the door died as he made his way back to the office. When he got there, he gave a small smirk as he saw You-know-who on the computer.

::PAUSE!::

"Voldemort?" Izzy asked. The crowd gasped at the mention of the master of darkness in the Harry Potter Dimension. I glared icily at my partner and grabbed my mallet.

::WHAM!::

::UNPAUSE!::

'Stage one complete.' He thought before going into the living room to watch TV. He sat on the couch and started watching the Extreme Sports Network.

An hour or so later…

"ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz…" Twister snored. Drool was dripping out of his mouth. It looked like he'd fall off the couch any moment.

"And that's all for today. See you next time!" The guy on the TV yelled over the roar of the crowd. It went unnoticed.

"Lars! Phone call!" The sound of Sandy's voice caused Twister to jump up and tumble onto the floor.

"Uhhh… Wha?" He said dazedly. He wiped off the drool and stood up. He looked towards the office and saw Lars leave. The brunet went into the kitchen.

Twister snapped to attention as he chuckled evilly. He stepped towards the office. As he expected, the computer was still on a site. He immediately sat down and started clicking. He went back to the sports site he was at earlier.

A few minutes passed before the teen heard footsteps approach. This was followed by a gasp. Twister grinned as he felt a cold glare on him.

"Get off." The one in the striped hat looked over his shoulder. Lars was scowling at him. His fists were shaking at his sides.

"Can I help you?" Twister struggled to hide his smirk at his brother's shocked expression. The brunet glared at him again.

"I'm not going to tell you again. Get off." He hissed. The younger brother simply turned his back and went back to clicking.

"Nope. Sorry." He grinned again. He didn't notice, but Lars was creeping closer to him. "Maybe when I'm done for once, I'll let you have it."

"How about I let you have it!?"

::WHAM!::

"Cut! That's a rap…" Twister said dizzily before falling out of the chair. Lars brought back his fist and sat down.

"That'll teach you."

The next day…

"Ok. He wants to play hardball? We'll play hardball." Twister said to himself. His hat barely stood on his head, due to the huge lump from yesterday. He was currently out in the backyard, filling up a bucket with water.

"All I gotta do is wait until I'm called for something. I'll put this bucket over the door and when Lars comes in, he'll get soaked! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

He grunted as he picked up the bucket and walked back into the house. He went into the office and set the bucket by the chair. He panted as he sat down. After getting back his breath, he logged on to the Internet. He browsed around, coming across the official No Worries site. Strangely, despite the craziness involved with the band, Sam still had the site up. Of course, it hasn't been updated since that horrible ordeal.

"Hmmm… I wonder what he said about us." Twister clicked one of the links.

The quartet's pictures showed up, along with a description of each of them. He read each of them, starting with his crush. He half expected the blond to make himself sound the best out of the four. He wasn't disappointed when he read that Sam was the leader of the group, that he was playing the keyboard for years, not to mention that he personally taught the singer, Reggie, how to sing! He practically busted a gut when he read that Sam got Otto to play the guitar well with his "gentle guidance." The grin disappeared when he saw what Sam had to say about him. He glared at the screen.

"'The worst drummer in the world!?'" He roared. "'Couldn't play to save his life!?' How dare he!?" He was absolutely livid.

'Screw getting with him through the tape! I'll make him look so bad; he'll be too embarrassed to show his face around town!'

He stood up, getting ready to go get his camera. He stopped himself as a thought came to him. The site was made five years ago. When he and Otto would bust Sam's chops. Of course the blond's opinion of him would be like that. He mentally slapped himself for thinking about revenge. He loved Sam with every fiber of his being. He couldn't harm a hair on his head even if he wanted to. Twister sighed and sat back down. He looked at his bio one more time before pouting.

'Still though, he could've at least deleted it after that concert.' He left the site and went back to browsing around.

"Maurice, come here, please!" His mother said a few moments later.

"Coming, Mom!" Twister grinned as he stood up. He grabbed the bucket and walked over to the door. Using a ladder that was nearby, he climbed up and placed the bucket over the door. Smirking evilly, he put the ladder away and went to see what his mother wanted.

It seemed that see wanted him to clean his room. With a groan, he grabbed a broom and went to take care of his personal jungle. He made his bed and put away some skater magazines. He also put his clothes in the hamper.

Just as he got started on the rug…

::SPLASH!!!::

"My trap!" Twister grinned toothily as he dashed out of the room to gloat. "Ha! Gotcha fake…" His eyes widened. "…Er?"

The bucket didn't land on Lars.

The water didn't soak the elder brother.

Water wasn't dripping down the brunet's clothes, oh no. Well, water was dripping down a brunet, but it wasn't Twister's intended target.

Instead, Raoul was soaking wet!

Twister gulped and backed away as his father turned towards him.

"Heh, heh… I could explain. I think…" He tried nervously. Raoul lifted the bucket off his head and gave the boy a glare icier than the North Pole.

"Maurice…" He growled. Twister started sweating as he backed towards the door. Raoul drew closer. "I want an explanation." The boy chuckled, trying to think of something.

"You see," He gulped. "The thing is—SEE YA!!!" With that, he bolted out the door and ran down the hill.

"MAURICE!!!!!"

The next day…

"Whew! Yesterday was crazy! I didn't think I'd still be allowed to go out." Twister sighed. He was currently on his board, zooming through the streets. He put a hand to his chin. "What could I do to trap that faker?" It was then that he remembered part of what Otto told him the other day.

"Maybe I should try scaring him?" His eyes lit up. "That's it! I'll give that faker the fright of his life!" He laughed evilly as he made his way to the costume shop.

::PAUSE!::

"You know, I just thought of something." Izzy said.

"What?" I asked.

"Why has Twister been calling Lars a faker for?"

"Beats me…" I replied, shifting my eyes. Izzy gave me a curious look.

"You ok?"

"Oh yeah…" I said with a gulp.

'Oh God, don't let him figure it out!' I thought.

::UNPAUSE!::

Elsewhere…

"So where are Otto and Twist?" Sam asked. He and Reggie were at the beach, getting ready to surf a few sets. They were out in the water on their boards.

"Twister's still dealing with Lars and Otto's with Keoni." Reggie replied. Sam raised an eyebrow at her.

"Keoni's here? When did he arrive?"

"Two days ago."

"He's been here that long? Why didn't he say hi to us?" Reggie stammered to find an excuse.

"Uhhh… He wanted Otto to show him some new moves in private?" She chuckled nervously. Sam didn't believe her one bit.

"I would've seen the half pipe up." He said with his arms crossed.

"I meant surf moves?" She tried again. Sam kept that unbelieving look.

"Uh-huh. Well, could you at least tell me who Otto was screaming about the other day? Unless…" His eyes widened as he figured it out. "Keoni was the one on the phone." Reggie blanched. Otto trusted her not to let anybody find out and everything was falling apart! She tried to deny it, but she couldn't form a comprehensible sentence.

"Just answer one question." Sam said, stopping her rambling. "Is Otto gay?" Reggie tried to think about something to say to save her brother, but nothing came out. She sighed.

"Ok, you win, Sammy. Otto and Keoni are together. They haven't seen each other for so long. That's why they haven't hung out with us."

"Thank you. Now was that so hard?" Sam smirked at her. Reggie gave him a light glare.

"No." She smirked at him. "So what's the deal between you and Twister?" Now it was his turn to sweat.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about." He said, turning away.

"Yeah right. I saw the way you've been staring at him." Sam blushed and turned towards her. He couldn't hide anything from his best friend. He sighed.

"Alright, alright. I love him. Satisfied?"

"Very. So what are you going to do to get with him?" Reggie asked.

"I have no clue." Sam replied. "I don't even know if he's gay. I was thinking I'd try to help him with his computer problems."

"You think you could stop Lars from—" Reggie made air quotes with her fingers. "—'Stealing the computer?'" They both chuckled at that.

"Well yeah. It's a pretty simple process. You see—"

"Hey look!" Reggie pointed towards shore. Sam turned and felt himself blush. Twister was riding towards the costume shop on the strand.

"Wow…" He said, drool forming at his mouth.

"Hello! Earth to Squid!" Reggie yelled, waving her hand in front of his face. Sam shook his head and gave her a sheepish look.

"Sorry. I kind of got distracted."

"I'll bet." Reggie rolled her eyes. "Now's your chance to help him."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah." Reggie nodded. "Hurry up before he does something stupid."

"Right! See ya later, Reg!" Sam waved before paddling back to shore.

"Oh Squid?"

"Yeah?" Sam faced her.

"Don't tell anybody about Otto and Keoni."

"No prob." Sam replied with a grin before continuing. When he got to shore, he ran towards the costume shop.

'I hope he didn't leave yet.' He thought.

When he got to the store, he placed his surfboard against the wall and panted. He soon caught his breath and moved to the door. Before he could open it though, Twister jetted out, carrying a huge box and laughing insanely. Sam stared after his crush with a frown.

Later…

"Ok, Faker, you think you can beat me?" Twister started. He was on the computer, waiting for someone to bring him away from it. "I have not yet begun to fight."

"Maurice! Phone call!" His mother called.

"Well that was fast." He grinned as he stood up. He walked out of the office and into the kitchen. He grabbed the phone and held it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Twister! I'm glad I caught you." Sam's voice said. Twister put on a forlorn look as he sighed.

"Sammy…" He quickly got over it though for fear of getting caught. "Uhh… What's up?" He moved into the hall so that he could see the door to the office.

Sam started talking, but despite who he was talking to, Twister didn't pay any attention. He watched the door like a hawk, getting ready to pounce on Lars the moment he stepped inside.

"So anyway…" Twister thought he saw Lars step into view, so he backed up. He waited for a few seconds before looking again. He saw a bit of purple disappear into the office.

'Gotcha.' He grinned evilly.

"I know the perfect way to stop—"

"Yeah, yeah. That's nice, Squid, but I gotta deal with a certain faker. Talk to ya later." Twister interrupted before moving the phone to the hook.

"Twister, wait!" That was all Sam got out before the boy in the striped hat hung up. He dashed into his room and opened the box.

"Heh, heh, heh… Let's see you deal with this." He pulled something white out of the box, as well as a cape.

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Lars was tiredly clicking away. About an hour has past since he took the computer from Twister. Just as he was about to go to another site, a huge shadow loomed over him. He groaned as he sat back and swiveled the chair around.

"Look twerp! I—" That was all he got out before he took a good look at Twister. He held his mouth to avoid breaking out. "Wh-what is th-that?" The other boy gave him a defiant smirk as he prepared to speak.

"I am Manegg! Fear my ultimate ninja power, mortal!"

Twister was wearing a full-body costume that was shaped like an egg. It was covered with blue spots. The top of the costume was yellow. He was also wearing a red cape. There was a hole near the top for his head to poke through. Lars finally lost it as he rolled along the ground.

"PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! What the hell—WHOO!!! HAHAHA!!!—are you supposed to be!?!?!" Twist—I mean—Manegg was unnerved by his brother's hysterical laughing.

"I am Manegg!" He repeated. "You will get off this computer or face the wrath of my ultimate ninja power!"

::PAUSE!::

Izzy sighed and shook his head.

"Seriously, Boss, you gotta stop with the Sonic references."

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow. "What references?"

::WHAM!!!::

"You know exactly what references!" Izzy yelled, leaning against his mallet.

"Ow…" I stood up, rubbing my head. "Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about." He scowled at me.

"Manegg is Eggman backwards and Espio the Chameleon always goes on about his 'ultimate ninja power!'" He shouted. "Why can't you—Wait a minute… Is Twister dressed up in a cha—MMPH!!!" I grinned nervously as I covered his mouth.

"You'll ruin the joke."

::UNPAUSE!::

After a good five minutes of laughing, Lars finally got up, stifling some giggles. He still had a grin as he crossed his arms. He quickly lost the serious look as he laughed again.

"Whew… That's gonna keep me going for the next two years!" He said when he caught his breath.

"So, you gonna get off or do I have to show you my ultimate ninja power?" Manegg asked. Lars put on a bored look as he stepped up to the egg. He pushed the hero back, causing him to stumble a bit.

"Hey! Watch it!" Manegg yelled, regaining his balance. Lars smirked as he pushed him again. Manegg started losing his balance due to the weight of the costume. He sighed with relief as he got back on both feet.

"Will ya stop that already!?"

"Hmmm… Let me think about that." Lars responded, getting into a fake thinking pose. "Hmmm… NO!" And with that, he pushed the costumed boy with both hands, causing him to tumble over. Twister tried to get up, but he couldn't even get his feet on the floor.

"Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" He yelled desperately. Lars started rolling him out of the office. "Hey! What are you doing!? Manegg orders you to stop! Ugh… I'm getting dizzy…"

"Hey, ever hear that old nursery rhyme, Humpty Dumpty?" Manegg's eyes widened.

"You wouldn't." Lars grinned as he continued rolling.

"Now, now. You know me better than that." When they reached the front door, he opened it and pushed Manegg down the stairs.

"AAAHHHHH!!!! OW! OW! OOOOOWWWWW!!!!" Manegg screamed as he tumbled down the steps. When he reached the bottom, he was sent flying.

When he landed in the middle of the cul-de-sac, the egg cracked and shattered, revealing Twister. He was dressed up in a full-body costume that was blue. It had flippers for hands. There were tiny pink, butterfly-like wings on back of the costume. Finally, he was wearing a tear-shaped hood that was complete with a floating yellow ball at the top.

::PAUSE!::

"AAAAWWWWW!!! So kawaii!!!" The Twister fan girls in the audience screamed at the image on screen. Izzy gave them a freaked out look before glaring at me.

"You turned him into a chao… What's next?!"

"Let me think." I answered with a shrug.

::UNPAUSE!::

"Ugh…" Twister groaned as he stood up. He looked around himself at the different pieces of the egg part of the costume. The ball turned into a squiggly line, indicating his rage.

"Oh great! Now I won't get my deposit back!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Where's a camera when you need one!?" Lars laughed before closing the door. Twister kicked the ground before proceeding to pick up the pieces of the egg.

"Twister!" The squiggly line turned into a question mark as he looked up. He soon saw Sam emerging from his house. The question mark turned into an exclamation point.

"Sammy!" Twister yelled happily. The exclamation point turned into a heart. He looked up at the symbol. "AHHHH!!!" He grabbed it and hid it behind his back. Sam walked up to him.

"Twist, I heard you screaming, so I—" He stopped and looked the taller boy over. He blushed as he resisted the strong urge to do a wolf whistle. "Uhhh… Nice costume, Twist."

"It's not what you think!" Twister yelled, afraid that Sam saw the heart. The blond gave him a humored glance as he crossed his arms.

"Let me guess. Another attempt to get Lars off the computer?"

"Maybe…" Twister replied sheepishly. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you come in? You could use my computer." He offered. He grabbed Twister's hand and pulled him towards his house. He was planning on taking the opportunity to show his crush how to prevent Lars from taking the computer. But Twister had other plans.

"Wait! I can't just sit still while that faker is taking my computer time!" He protested as he pulled away. Sam sulked as the "chao" ran back to his house.

::PAUSE!::

"Quick question: Why in the world HAS Twister been calling Lars that!?!" Izzy shouted. I gulped. "I gotta figure it out before we move on! What reason is there for him to call Lars a faker!? It's crazy!" I sighed as he walked away into his dressing room.

"Five, four, three, two…"

A mallet was then seen flying through the air.

::WHAM!!!::

"I wondered how long it would take him to figure it out…" I said as I stumbled around dizzily.

"HUH?!" The audience yelled in confusion. Izzy, who was now extremely mad at me, walked back on stage.

"You thought you could pull a fast one on me, huh?!" He started as he picked up his mallet. "'Faker' is what Sonic and Shadow call each other, you hack!" I rubbed my head as I shook it.

"You forgot that I also identify Lars with Shadow."

::WHAM!::

"That too!" He roared, putting his weapon away.