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Wally stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him. He snickered as Hoagie's laughter stopped abruptly. He marched over to his boxing-ring-bed and swung his legs over the ropes, landing with a soft thud. Hemade his wayover to one of the corner poles and leaned on it, sighing. He slid to the ground after a moment, but hardly noticed. He was staring at his hands.

He narrowed his eyes and watched them for anything out-of-the-ordinary, but there wasn't- just regular hands. He growled as he clenched them into fists and pounded them on his bed. He stood up, and swung his legs over the ropes once more. He marched over to his punching bag, and threw a few good hits and kicks at it, until something stopped him- a faint knock-knock-knock on his door.

"Numbah Four? Are you okay?" Kuki's small voice entered his ears.

He lowered his hands from the air where he had been in mid-punch, and walked over to the door. He rudely swung it open and mumbled, "Whadaya want?"

"I just-" her eyes drifted down to his hands and widened considerably. "You-your-I mean, hands-they're-you're-"

Wally followed her gaze to see his hands were glowing their rather familiar soft shade of red.

"Kuki," he whispered, "C'mon, I wanna try somethin'. . ." Normally, he would've grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, but her didn't want to burn her, just in case his hands heated up when they glowed.

Kuki stepped inside, carefully shutting the door behind her. She watched him, waiting to see what he'd do.

"See, Ah had this dream las' night. An'…an' Ah was shootin' foire from mah hands…an' Ah'd loike to troiy it an' see if it works, yeh know?"

Kuki nodded, and took a step back or two. "You should probably try to shoot something that isn't flammable, or you'll end up burning the whole tree house down."

Wally gaped at her, not quite believing what he had heard. She isn't scared, and she believed me- I wonder if…

"Wally? Are you gonna do it or not? The team will wonder where we went."

"Oh, uh…roight. What should Ah shoot at?" The two glanced around the room. Everything was either made out of wood, or something else flammable. "Maybe we should troiy it outside? Yeh know, on a rock or somehtin'."

"Maybe we should," Kuki said, as Wally turned to look at the window. "Oh, no. We aren't climbing. If you climb out through the window, you're on your own. No way am I tryin' some crazy stunt like that."

Wally scowled. He was beginning to grow slightly aggravated. He felt his hands grow hotter; he nervously looked down at them. The aura had gone from a soft shade of red to deep shade of blood red very quickly. "Kuki…"

Kuki had been talking about ways to go out of the tree house without drawing much attention, but she stopped immediately when she caught sight of Wally's hands. "Um…Wally? What exactly did you do to make them like that?"

"Ah…uh…Ah was…a little…mad, maybe…" he mumbled, embarrassed.

The thought that Wally had been mad at her didn't even enter Kuki's mind. She blinked a few times, thinking. After a momentary pause, she stated, "Anger must fuel the magic."

Wally stared at her. "How could yeh know somethin' loike that?"

Ignoring Wally's comment, Kuki continued, "Perhaps other emotions fuel it, too. Maybe they've got different colors, and different amounts of power. Maybe 'happiness' is the most powerful and hardest to control, and 'anger' is the weakest and easiest, which would explain why you would be able to use it…" Her voice trailed off as she got lost in her own thought.

"How on earth do yeh know all this? It's really…loike, deep," Wally asked, beginning to get confused.

"I don't know any of it, really. It's just a guess," her serious look was replaced by a playful grin, "And I'm much smarter than you think."

Wally suddenly noticed how mature Kuki had become. How she was calm much more than she used to be, and how she always knew just what to say and when, unlike just a few years back, when she would simply speak her mind, no matter what she was thinking. I guess we've all really grown since we started Sector V a few years ago, he thought to himself. I wonder if I've changed. He gave Kuki a warm grin, and the aura around his hands disappeared. "Crud," he hissed, not wanting to swear in front of Kuki, although he knew he had before. "Looks loike I have ta get mad again…"

"'Loike'?" Kuki asked, mockingly. "Don't you mean…like?"

Wally scowled. She was making fun of his accent! More importantly, of him! "What'd yeh say?" he growled.

"'Yeh'! C'mon, say it with me: you. Y-O-U. Not yeh."

His eyes narrowed. He felt his hands grow hot as the familiar red aura returned, and he realized what Kuki had done. Sadly, he didn't realize it quick enough to stop himself from automatically throwing a punch at Kuki. She dodged it nimbly, but the danger didn't stop there. A blood-red ball of fire flew from his hand; straight into the wooden box that contained all of his comics and un-finished homework- both of which are flammable.

The box caught fire immediately. Kuki squeaked, and her hands flew to her mouth in shock. She looked at Wally, wide-eyed, just as the KND fire alarm went off.

Wally, trying to keep a cool head, ran to his bed, and pulled a fully-loaded water gun out from underneath it. He pumped it up and shot at the flames, which quickly began shrinking.

The rest of the team ran in moments later, only to see a shaking Kuki, a panting Wally, and a room full of smoke- not to mention the remains of Wally's burnt comics and homework.

"What happened?" Nigel asked, scanning the room for the source of the fire. He stepped over to the burnt pile of papers and examined them, looking for a match or something else that could have caused the fire.

"Ah uh…burnt it with mah magic…" when he received harsh glares from his teammates, he quickly added, "By accident."

"And by magic, you mean…?" Nigel's voice trailed off, waiting to be answered.

"Magic," Wally stated, "Ah've got magic, and Ah nearly burnt the tree house down with it. Happy now?"

"Crud," Hoagie whispered.

Abby solemnly shook her head.

Nigel nodded and spoke harshly, "I want no more 'accidents' with magic in the tree house."

The four kids watched as their leader marched out of the room, leaving them with a lot on their minds, and a rather large mess to clean up.

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Ta-da! -grins- c'mon people, you know what I'm gonna say, so say it with me!

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Anyhoo, youkeep readin' and I'll keep writin'!

-Jack