The ninth chaptuh is here! Neat huh? I have a series with a fanbase! Glad to hear everyone likes my story. And to Shadw, There are no pairings in this story, but...well...you'll see.
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"How could you?" Chelsea said. "Throw your lot in with Mikey? That slimeball?" Clover was almost the only friend Chelsea had. While everyone avoided her and her clan, she treated her like an individual. Chelsea had met her when she sneaked out and had gone to an arcade. She was playing Pump it Up and had gotten a C in Doubles.
"It's complex, Chellsee, But I 'ave a good reasin, I really do. I can' say, but id'll all be clearer, later. I'll swear it." Clover said sadly. "I'm really sorry."
John spoke up, "'Sorry' ain't gonna bring the manner back. Father's in the hospital." He was wearing a new helmet. His room hadn't been damaged, and he grabbed a helmet and caught up with the group.
"I'm sorry about your buddy betraying you, Chel, but we haven't a place to stay." Anne piped up. "That's more important right now." Her siblings agreed.
John turned to Numbuh Five. "Man, Abby, you see our problem. We need a place to crash. So how about in exchange for that Irish lass over there, and cleaning that mess, we get made, you make with some lodgein'. Deal?"
"An enemy of our enemy is a friend of ours." The Delightful Children intoned. The rest of the siblings except Chelsea extended their hands as well. The petite girl just stared into the distance, looking sad and hurt. With Ben's help, Chelsea got to her feet. And with one hand, Ben raised Clover to her feet. She was helpless, as Ben was holding her by one of her feet with one hand. Clover mumbled obscenities as she dangled in the air. John undid his tie and used it to tie a square knot around their new captive's hands; and Andy's tie bound her feet. She didn't put up any resistance. John held her by her shoulders and ben eased her to the ground so she was standing.
"Have we got a deal?" The Delightful Children from Down the Lane asked, extending their hands.
"Man...." Numbuh Five said. She stared at the ground, wondering what Numbuh One would say at a time like this. He would agree with a treaty as long as he had to.
Numbuh Five slapped Andy's palm. "We'll team up." She said. "Numbuh Five means, we're both going for the same thing, right? Until we catch the guy."
"That's right...Numbuh Five." They said, obviously calling her by her code name to be freindly. Maybe too freindly. Numbuh Four had been leaning on someone's headstone, watching all of this. He hated those Delightful Dorks, but the opportunity to get another hostage and get the base fixed was too much to pass up.
"So, you're not the ones sending us all this trouble, eh?" The orange clad operative asked, his tone less then freindly. He refused to look his new allies in the face, and found a nearby headstone much easier to fix his gaze on. Numbuh Three jumped down from the angel she was pertched on. "Yaaay! We got new freinds!" She squealed. Then she individually shook the hands of each and every Delightful Child. They looked at her with a profound interest, but manitained a neutrel expression on their faces.
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Mikey was getting worried. Clover should be back by now, or at least checked in. Spyder had sent an email, and Giovanni was sitting across from him. It wasn't like Clover to do this; she always called if she was going to be late. She was late quite often, but she always called. What had happened? Mikey's private office and main base was an out of business Italian restaurant. Once you got everything working again, it was amazing what you could do with the place. He had bought it and paid for the utilities himself. His income had come from selling stolen candy and profiting after the Operation:ISCREAM.
"Giovanni? Dove si trova Clover?" Mikey asked in Italian.
Giovanni just shrugged. Normally, Mikey would had become enraged that a subordinate didn't answer him back verbally, but he let it slide. Giovanni was a quiet person by nature. And a liability. Mikey wasn't about to kill off one of his best men because he didn't have much to say. He never did, anyway. Giovanni Panzanelli. The best right hand man gangster kid any guy could want. And an Italian to boot. Sure, he was Roman, Mikey was Sicilian, but you couldn't have everything.
"Signore' Ragazzi." Mikey turned to the voice. It was Count Spankalot. Mikey was suprised with his ability to speak rudimentary Italian. He didn't want to know where he had picked it up.
"Si?"
"I have bad news."
"Nessuna nuova, buona nuova." Mikey said, shaking his head. "Go on." He switched to and from languages easily, having no accent from either. He took pride in that.
The count looked nervous. "Well, you see, Those Delightful Children From Down the Lane, they seem to have teamed up with The Kids Next Door."
"Ha!" Mikey laughed. "Un aspetto insignificante. What do they have to my assassins? All the technology they have pales in comparison to mine." Then he laughed arrogantly, leaning back in his chair.
"Non cada." Giovanni said softly, which made Mikey smile. Giovanni's voice carried a hint of an accent from his homeland of Italy. It was soft, and calm. He vary rarely rasied his voice.
Sitting at another table, Knightbrace sipped water. The world of sugary drinks was forbidden to him. Giovanni really creeped him out. His father had been a CEO at some important company, and had mysteriously disappeared. Giovanni looked like him, creeping him out, and that SCAR. It didn't belong on a child. He wondered where he had got it, but after seeing Mikey's expression with hair, Knightbrace didn't want to pry. He knew better.
"I am not yet done, signore." The Count spoke up.
"Eh? Well, go on..." Mikey said, expression not changing.
"My chill-dren of they night have reported that..." The count trailed off.
"Well?!" Mikey said, getting impatient.
"The Kids Next Door and the Delightful Children From Down The Lane have captured Clover."
Mikey sat up, putting all legs of the chair on the floor. He knocked over his vanilla soda.
"God damn it! Those pricks got Clover!? That's it, we're mobilizing our weapon tonight! Get Spyder!" Mikey raged. It was one thing for Spyder to get caught, he was a friend. But Clover was special. It wasn't because she was a girl, and therefore weaker. She had beat Mikey several times. But Clover....Mikey didn't want to think of something bad happening to her. He stared down at the brown puddle, his olive hands getting wet and sticky.
Giovanni was extremely level headed. Mikey was the leader, and Giovanni was the second in command. "Boss." he called, to get the red head's attention. His arms were folded across his chest. "Perhaps it would be prudent if we waited for the weapon to be finished before we did anything hastily." Mikey turned his poisonous gaze to the suited boy standing across from him. Giovanni continued, "Clover is a very smart and talented girl, she'll be fine. Don't forget, Chelsea will give Clover more then enough chances to escape. Just wait."
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Numbuh One was not pleased. He was not pleased at all. The enemy was living under the headquarter's roof. And just hours ago, one of them put him in the condition he was in. The bald operative could think of a thousand more reasons not to help them; He did have to admit, however, ten people working together got a lot more accomplished. Then Kids Next Door were fixing on side of the floor, while the Delightful Children Down the Lane were on the other side, both working towards the center. To easien the truce, the Delightful Children brought Barbecue and fried chicken with all the fixings. Junk food and soda was also provided. Even so, the Kids Next Door were subjected to THEIR music. All burned. This took some getting used to. Techno tracks next to opera next to punk rock, next to heavy metal next to pop next to rap. The music followed no pattern. They were listening to One Winged Angel (orchestrated version) from Final Fantasy VII when Numbuh One finally had cooled down enough to face his former arch rivals. He was mad at Numbuh Five for agreeing without first consulting him. Nigel looked to the boom box playing the music. The next track was Left Behind, by Slipknot.
Numbuh One looked like someone was stepping on his foot. He didn't even try to hid his pained expression on his face, like this was torture for his ears. "What. Is that?"
"It's a Boom Box, Nigel." the family intoned together.
"Yes, I see. What's that noise?"
"Music."
"You're joking."
"It's called Heavy Metal and it's soothing." Andy said, "Seeing as we're staying here, and not with Father, we couldn't pass up the opertunity to listen to our own music out in the open."
"I like it!" Numbuh Three said, which suprised everyone. "It's spooky!" she said, gleefully.
Numbuh Four didn't want to admit it. But Delightful music wasn't half bad. He --- heaven forbid--- was starting to enjoy this song.
"As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away..." the vocals screamed over the loud drums and guitars.
Numbuh One kept his ears covered as he walked over to the music emmiting device, and, using his foot, changed the song. This time the song was much more tolerable, Funeral of Hearts, by HIM.
"Love's the funeral of hearts, And an ode for cruelty,When angels cry blood, On flowers of evil in bloom" The song was much softer, but Numbuh One didn't like any of what The Delightful Children listened to. At least this was quieter. Nigel left to work on the data reports.
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"With the help of our enemy, The Delightful Children From Down the Lane, we captured one of the enemy, Clover O'Donnal, a constant problem for the Kids Next Door. She is currently incarcerated at our headquarters. In exchange for their sevices, The Delighful Children From Down the Lane are also staying her, as their base was recently victim of a terrorist attack, Clover O'Donnal being the culprit. " Numbuh One wrote. Clover was actually in a straight jacket, tied to a chair; she kept saying things to Numbuh One, interrupting his concentration.
"One feck ofa nice place ya got 'ere, Nigel. What kin' a wood ya use to build 'is place? Oak? Well, why no' fuckin' answer me?" She called from across the room. "Ben righteously fecked ya up there, didn't he? You look like you got proper fucked there." Then she laughed; Numbuh One turned to face her.
"Clover. You and your friends may think that you're better than us, but understand this: the rules of the game have changed. You won't beat us. You not better than us. We will find out who's behind this and crush them. They won't stand a chance. So you'd better quit hiding in your delusions and face the real world." He growled, "And while you're at it. Talk like a cilivized person. You sound barbaric."
Those harsh words made Clover flinch. Not with fear. Her clan wasn't big on fear. His words had infuriated her, but with the straight jacket on, she couldn't do anything. Besides, even if she did beat the snot out of their leader, then what? She'd be facing nine others.
"Fucker." was all she said.
The best she could hope for was letting her out for something so she could make a clean getaway. Or someone coming in for a rescue.
She was sure of the former.
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A special thanks to everyone who says that my story is great and the compliments about my writing. This is a good HA HA in the face of my brothers, who thought that my fanfiction would be a flop. Once again, HA HA! Well, that said, play DDR and Pump it up to stay in shape, as it helped me.
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"How could you?" Chelsea said. "Throw your lot in with Mikey? That slimeball?" Clover was almost the only friend Chelsea had. While everyone avoided her and her clan, she treated her like an individual. Chelsea had met her when she sneaked out and had gone to an arcade. She was playing Pump it Up and had gotten a C in Doubles.
"It's complex, Chellsee, But I 'ave a good reasin, I really do. I can' say, but id'll all be clearer, later. I'll swear it." Clover said sadly. "I'm really sorry."
John spoke up, "'Sorry' ain't gonna bring the manner back. Father's in the hospital." He was wearing a new helmet. His room hadn't been damaged, and he grabbed a helmet and caught up with the group.
"I'm sorry about your buddy betraying you, Chel, but we haven't a place to stay." Anne piped up. "That's more important right now." Her siblings agreed.
John turned to Numbuh Five. "Man, Abby, you see our problem. We need a place to crash. So how about in exchange for that Irish lass over there, and cleaning that mess, we get made, you make with some lodgein'. Deal?"
"An enemy of our enemy is a friend of ours." The Delightful Children intoned. The rest of the siblings except Chelsea extended their hands as well. The petite girl just stared into the distance, looking sad and hurt. With Ben's help, Chelsea got to her feet. And with one hand, Ben raised Clover to her feet. She was helpless, as Ben was holding her by one of her feet with one hand. Clover mumbled obscenities as she dangled in the air. John undid his tie and used it to tie a square knot around their new captive's hands; and Andy's tie bound her feet. She didn't put up any resistance. John held her by her shoulders and ben eased her to the ground so she was standing.
"Have we got a deal?" The Delightful Children from Down the Lane asked, extending their hands.
"Man...." Numbuh Five said. She stared at the ground, wondering what Numbuh One would say at a time like this. He would agree with a treaty as long as he had to.
Numbuh Five slapped Andy's palm. "We'll team up." She said. "Numbuh Five means, we're both going for the same thing, right? Until we catch the guy."
"That's right...Numbuh Five." They said, obviously calling her by her code name to be freindly. Maybe too freindly. Numbuh Four had been leaning on someone's headstone, watching all of this. He hated those Delightful Dorks, but the opportunity to get another hostage and get the base fixed was too much to pass up.
"So, you're not the ones sending us all this trouble, eh?" The orange clad operative asked, his tone less then freindly. He refused to look his new allies in the face, and found a nearby headstone much easier to fix his gaze on. Numbuh Three jumped down from the angel she was pertched on. "Yaaay! We got new freinds!" She squealed. Then she individually shook the hands of each and every Delightful Child. They looked at her with a profound interest, but manitained a neutrel expression on their faces.
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Mikey was getting worried. Clover should be back by now, or at least checked in. Spyder had sent an email, and Giovanni was sitting across from him. It wasn't like Clover to do this; she always called if she was going to be late. She was late quite often, but she always called. What had happened? Mikey's private office and main base was an out of business Italian restaurant. Once you got everything working again, it was amazing what you could do with the place. He had bought it and paid for the utilities himself. His income had come from selling stolen candy and profiting after the Operation:ISCREAM.
"Giovanni? Dove si trova Clover?" Mikey asked in Italian.
Giovanni just shrugged. Normally, Mikey would had become enraged that a subordinate didn't answer him back verbally, but he let it slide. Giovanni was a quiet person by nature. And a liability. Mikey wasn't about to kill off one of his best men because he didn't have much to say. He never did, anyway. Giovanni Panzanelli. The best right hand man gangster kid any guy could want. And an Italian to boot. Sure, he was Roman, Mikey was Sicilian, but you couldn't have everything.
"Signore' Ragazzi." Mikey turned to the voice. It was Count Spankalot. Mikey was suprised with his ability to speak rudimentary Italian. He didn't want to know where he had picked it up.
"Si?"
"I have bad news."
"Nessuna nuova, buona nuova." Mikey said, shaking his head. "Go on." He switched to and from languages easily, having no accent from either. He took pride in that.
The count looked nervous. "Well, you see, Those Delightful Children From Down the Lane, they seem to have teamed up with The Kids Next Door."
"Ha!" Mikey laughed. "Un aspetto insignificante. What do they have to my assassins? All the technology they have pales in comparison to mine." Then he laughed arrogantly, leaning back in his chair.
"Non cada." Giovanni said softly, which made Mikey smile. Giovanni's voice carried a hint of an accent from his homeland of Italy. It was soft, and calm. He vary rarely rasied his voice.
Sitting at another table, Knightbrace sipped water. The world of sugary drinks was forbidden to him. Giovanni really creeped him out. His father had been a CEO at some important company, and had mysteriously disappeared. Giovanni looked like him, creeping him out, and that SCAR. It didn't belong on a child. He wondered where he had got it, but after seeing Mikey's expression with hair, Knightbrace didn't want to pry. He knew better.
"I am not yet done, signore." The Count spoke up.
"Eh? Well, go on..." Mikey said, expression not changing.
"My chill-dren of they night have reported that..." The count trailed off.
"Well?!" Mikey said, getting impatient.
"The Kids Next Door and the Delightful Children From Down The Lane have captured Clover."
Mikey sat up, putting all legs of the chair on the floor. He knocked over his vanilla soda.
"God damn it! Those pricks got Clover!? That's it, we're mobilizing our weapon tonight! Get Spyder!" Mikey raged. It was one thing for Spyder to get caught, he was a friend. But Clover was special. It wasn't because she was a girl, and therefore weaker. She had beat Mikey several times. But Clover....Mikey didn't want to think of something bad happening to her. He stared down at the brown puddle, his olive hands getting wet and sticky.
Giovanni was extremely level headed. Mikey was the leader, and Giovanni was the second in command. "Boss." he called, to get the red head's attention. His arms were folded across his chest. "Perhaps it would be prudent if we waited for the weapon to be finished before we did anything hastily." Mikey turned his poisonous gaze to the suited boy standing across from him. Giovanni continued, "Clover is a very smart and talented girl, she'll be fine. Don't forget, Chelsea will give Clover more then enough chances to escape. Just wait."
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Numbuh One was not pleased. He was not pleased at all. The enemy was living under the headquarter's roof. And just hours ago, one of them put him in the condition he was in. The bald operative could think of a thousand more reasons not to help them; He did have to admit, however, ten people working together got a lot more accomplished. Then Kids Next Door were fixing on side of the floor, while the Delightful Children Down the Lane were on the other side, both working towards the center. To easien the truce, the Delightful Children brought Barbecue and fried chicken with all the fixings. Junk food and soda was also provided. Even so, the Kids Next Door were subjected to THEIR music. All burned. This took some getting used to. Techno tracks next to opera next to punk rock, next to heavy metal next to pop next to rap. The music followed no pattern. They were listening to One Winged Angel (orchestrated version) from Final Fantasy VII when Numbuh One finally had cooled down enough to face his former arch rivals. He was mad at Numbuh Five for agreeing without first consulting him. Nigel looked to the boom box playing the music. The next track was Left Behind, by Slipknot.
Numbuh One looked like someone was stepping on his foot. He didn't even try to hid his pained expression on his face, like this was torture for his ears. "What. Is that?"
"It's a Boom Box, Nigel." the family intoned together.
"Yes, I see. What's that noise?"
"Music."
"You're joking."
"It's called Heavy Metal and it's soothing." Andy said, "Seeing as we're staying here, and not with Father, we couldn't pass up the opertunity to listen to our own music out in the open."
"I like it!" Numbuh Three said, which suprised everyone. "It's spooky!" she said, gleefully.
Numbuh Four didn't want to admit it. But Delightful music wasn't half bad. He --- heaven forbid--- was starting to enjoy this song.
"As I close my eyes, I feel it all slipping away..." the vocals screamed over the loud drums and guitars.
Numbuh One kept his ears covered as he walked over to the music emmiting device, and, using his foot, changed the song. This time the song was much more tolerable, Funeral of Hearts, by HIM.
"Love's the funeral of hearts, And an ode for cruelty,When angels cry blood, On flowers of evil in bloom" The song was much softer, but Numbuh One didn't like any of what The Delightful Children listened to. At least this was quieter. Nigel left to work on the data reports.
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"With the help of our enemy, The Delightful Children From Down the Lane, we captured one of the enemy, Clover O'Donnal, a constant problem for the Kids Next Door. She is currently incarcerated at our headquarters. In exchange for their sevices, The Delighful Children From Down the Lane are also staying her, as their base was recently victim of a terrorist attack, Clover O'Donnal being the culprit. " Numbuh One wrote. Clover was actually in a straight jacket, tied to a chair; she kept saying things to Numbuh One, interrupting his concentration.
"One feck ofa nice place ya got 'ere, Nigel. What kin' a wood ya use to build 'is place? Oak? Well, why no' fuckin' answer me?" She called from across the room. "Ben righteously fecked ya up there, didn't he? You look like you got proper fucked there." Then she laughed; Numbuh One turned to face her.
"Clover. You and your friends may think that you're better than us, but understand this: the rules of the game have changed. You won't beat us. You not better than us. We will find out who's behind this and crush them. They won't stand a chance. So you'd better quit hiding in your delusions and face the real world." He growled, "And while you're at it. Talk like a cilivized person. You sound barbaric."
Those harsh words made Clover flinch. Not with fear. Her clan wasn't big on fear. His words had infuriated her, but with the straight jacket on, she couldn't do anything. Besides, even if she did beat the snot out of their leader, then what? She'd be facing nine others.
"Fucker." was all she said.
The best she could hope for was letting her out for something so she could make a clean getaway. Or someone coming in for a rescue.
She was sure of the former.
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A special thanks to everyone who says that my story is great and the compliments about my writing. This is a good HA HA in the face of my brothers, who thought that my fanfiction would be a flop. Once again, HA HA! Well, that said, play DDR and Pump it up to stay in shape, as it helped me.