Disclaimer: I do not own the Kids next door, but I do partially own the KND-U. I also own the plot of this story, the back round, most characters, and the weapons.
Authors note: The KND-U was a vision shared by my brother and I. We have recently acquired a new member, my sister. I am Number three, my brother is Number eight, and my sister is Number seven. This is my first fic even remotely related to the KND, so bear with me. Thank you!
The KND-U
Story one
A young girl blinked and sighed. She was going to miss her best friends after this. It was her thirteenth birthday. She was a member of the Kids Next Door, and today was her decommissioning day. She was reluctant to lose all her memories of the KND, but she was faithful and didn't want to jeopardize all the KND stood for.
Her two best friends of the group, Sean and Amber, were both almost two years younger than her. She wondered if she would meet them after this. They had had a party to commemorate their time together; knowing they were going to lose their oldest member in Sector X. Sector X was small, containing only the three friends. Now it was to be two. She was upset to be leaving them with such small numbers, but there was a chance they would get new members.
She watched her friends walking beside her. "It'll be okay, Heather." Amber whispered. "Maybe we'll meet again in the future." Heather sighed. It was so weird to be using real names. They had discarded code names for that day; not wanting to bring up memories by saying each others numbuhs. Sean stood quiet. He was nice, but always distant; the strong type. He was always the fighter of the group, and he never excelled at comforting.
Heather frowned sadly. "I hope we can, but...you know we cannot, at least not until your decomissioned." she said. Amber adopted a sad look and hugged her.
Sean looked up at her carefully. "It'll be more girly without you." He whispered. Heather took this as a compliment. Amber was a bit of a girly-girl, while Heather wasn't. Sure, she had her girl points, but she could hang out with boys without them becoming insane or whining because something was gross. Heather was happy for Sean's acknowledgement, and understood his odd way of farewell.
Heather gulped silently as her friends left her at the door; the higher officers leading her into a large dome room. In the middle were a few chairs. She sat quietly in one, facing a plunger hanging off a screen in front of her. She knew how this worked. She closed her eyes and waited for it; not wanting to see it coming. She felt the rubber touch her face, and it to start pulling back; taking her memories of the KND with it. She saw the memories one last time before they left her. A few were more important than others, yet some were just funny. One stayed fresh in her mind; one she hoped she wouldn't forget, yet she knew it was impossible not to.
"Stupid teenagers." came the voice of Sean. "They ripped my hoodie." Heather and Amber both laughed. They had just won out of the fight with a pair of teenagers. They had tried to change the three children in Sector X into teenagers, like themselves. That way, they wouldn't be decommissioned and would still help the adults; like most teenagers did.
Heather sighed. "We'll be teenagers soon. I hope we don't turn out like that. I mean, helping adults? Eeeeeew!" The others laughed. "But seriously…" she whispered, "I really don't."
"Oh, Heather, I really doubt we will. We're too cool." Amber said, striking a pose and doing a dance SHE deemed cool. She was doing a backwards step to demonstrate her coolness, but she unexpectedly fell over backwards. "Oops." she said, oh-so-intelligently.
Sean decided to butt in. "Amber, even if we did become bad and work for the adults, you would be way too big of a klutz to help at all." Amber was the perfect picture of injured innocence. Then they all laughed unexpectedly at Sean's joke, even Amber. They laughed so hard they forgot their musings, and went on with another carefree day.
Heather did not want to forget. She wanted to keep her best friends. She never wanted to lose them. She knew she had to. It was part of her new life as a teenager. Teenagers were not trusted. She thought hard about her friends before they began slipping away, her memory failing to remember who they were, or why she had visions of them. She started forgetting their personalities, until all that was left was a hazy picture. She couldn't remember anything about them. She couldn't even picture them clear; just blobs sitting in the back corner of her mind. She then felt a cold plastic rubber thing being pulled away from her face.
Authors note: I hope it wasn't bad or completely boring. I wrote it for our affiliation, the KND-U of New York. (Okay, I supposed it's the KND-U of the entire world, see as we're the only ones.) Nevertheless, I hope everyone enjoyed it. Please review with any ideas, praise, or even constructive criticism. The next chapter should be more fun, but I must stop and sleep, I just felt like posting this chapter. Thank you for reading!
