Hi! This is my second story! I'm still thinking if I should make this one-shot or not. Oh well, I'll decide that once I get reviews! Please enjoy!

Kuki was sitting at her desk in her plush room, writing a note, a note to Wally. She was turning 13 soon, and she was not having the best time of her life. She'd rather die than have a chunk of her life missing! But what was she thinking in that head of hers. Once she was done writing the note, she folded it in half and put Wally's name on the front with a heart next to it.

She always wanted to tell him that she loved him, but was afraid he didn't love her back, or even like her for that matter.

She set the note on her bed, and walked over to the bathroom. In there, there laid a knife, with a black handle and a razor sharp edge. She closed the door and picked up the knife. She held the knife up to her neck, touching her skin. She closed her eyes and gulped. She wanted this to be over; she would be able to handle the fact that she couldn't remember her life from when she was eight to thirteen. She held the knife closer and closer to her throat.

Kuki started to cry as for she was going to commit suicide. She then got her nerves up and pushed the knife into her skin, breaking it. Blood started to flow out of her neck and onto the bathroom floor. Soon, her face was pale white. Kuki collapsed on to floor, her hair stained by the blood on the ground.

Wally's POV

I was walking down the very long hallway to Kuki's room, too check up on her. She has been acting very odd lately. She doesn't dance around with her cruddy rainbow monkeys anymore. She doesn't bug me about those stupid tea party things either.

I walked up to Kuki's 'curtain' and knocked on the wall beside it. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. I decided to just walk in. I made my way threw all of her stuffed animals to her bed. She didn't seem to be in her bed, but there was a note. I picked it up, and read the front. It was addressed to me!

"Hmm… I wonder." I said to myself. I opened the note. It read:

My Dearest Wallabee,

As you know, I'm turning 13 tomorrow. And I'm not too fond of that, so I would be decommissioned! So, I decided I couldn't take this anymore. I have stored a knife in my bathroom; I'm going to die tonight Wally. Don't be surprised, for you know this was going to happen.

But there is one thing I've always wanted to tell you…

I love you… Wallabee Beatles. I've loved you ever sense I've met you! Do you believe in love at first sight? Well, that is my case. Goodbye, and goodnight, forever.

-Kuki Sanban

I couldn't believe it. I ran into the bathroom to find her lying there, in her own blood. I started to tear up. The girl I loved was lying there, in front of my feet, dead. I kneeled down and touched her forehead. She felt cold, she was lifeless. I put my arms around her and put her in a tight hug, and started to cry on her shoulder.

I heard Hoagie run up the stairs and come into Kuki's room.

"Numbuh 4! What is taking so long just to check up-on-numbuh-3!" he slowed down. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, with his jaw hanging down to the ground pretty much. "What happened?" he asked stupidly.

"Read the note on the bed." I said, still holding Kuki in my arms.

Hoagie read the note, and ran downstairs, to return with Nigel, and Abby. They came running in with shocked faces.

Later that day, we held a funeral for Kuki. A small funeral. Only us four. When everyone left, I stayed behind; I dropped a piece of paper into her, ahhem, hole. It was a page from my diary; yes I do have a diary or a journal as I liked to call it. It was a page that had my proof of my love for her.

Like she said, goodbye, and goodnight, forever.

I know that was a cruddy end for the chappie, like I said, I don't know if I should make this one-shot. So please R&R.