Invisible

By Cybra

To scone: Thank you for being such a cool KND buddy.

Disclaimer: Codename: Kids Next Door belongs to Tom Warburton. Worship him.

Numbuh 4 continued his assault on Numbuh 2. The pilot was good, but he was better.

"You're dead meat this time!" Numbuh 2 shouted.

"Oh yeah? You'll be in the hospital before I even break a sweat," Four yelled back.

The fighter could see the leader stretched out in his favorite chair, idly watching the match. Numbuh 1 seemed vaguely amused by the contest but offered neither cheers nor jeers to either operative.

Numbuh 4 mashed down the buttons on his controller, making the feline on the television screen leap in the air before delivering a crushing blow to its opponent's head.

Two cried out in disappointment as the canine combatant crumpled to the ground.

"Player 2 Wins!" the game announced.

"No fair! I want a rematch!"

Numbuh 4 smirked. "Anytime you want a beatin', I'm ready to give it to—Wha!"

Numbuh 3 had reached over the back of the couch to hug Four around the neck. "Hi!"

Numbuh 2 snickered. Four heard Five laugh from where she sat on the other couch reading one of her girly magazines. He swore that he heard an annoyed growl from One, but a quick glance showed only cool neutrality on the leader's face.

"Um, er, hi, Numbuh 3…"

"Wanna have a tea party with me and Tea Time Rainbow Monkey?"

Rainbow Monkey? Tea party? Blech. "No way am I goin' to a cruddy, girly tea party!"

"Please, Numbuh 4?"

She was pouting. Without even looking, he knew she was pouting.

But he was not going to give in so easily this time. "Uh uh! Not goin'!"

He heard her sniffle and a quick glance showed tears in her eyes.

Four sank low in his seat. Why did he have to have a soft spot for the girl? "Fine! I'll go to your stupid, cruddy tea party!"

"Yay!" She danced around the couch and grabbed him by the wrist. "C'mon!"

He allowed himself to be pulled behind her.

Girls. Go figure.

Numbuh 1 mentally sighed. One ex-girlfriend and as much attention as possible later, and he was still no closer to achieving his goal.

'What am I,' One thought in the general direction of Four, 'invisible?'

"Hey, Numbuh 1! You want a match?"

He gazed up into the sympathetic eyes of the pilot, the only person who knew.

Perhaps a few rounds of Yipper Fighter would take his mind off things. "Sure."

He picked up Four's forgotten controller and willed his aching heart to numb itself as he threw his first attack at Two.