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Author's Note: I'm SO SORRY for taking SO LONG! I know it has been over a year... Sorry, sorry, sorry, but don't let that stop you from reading and reviewing, okay? I hope you still remember this fic and will still enjoy it. If you don't, well... I guess that's my fault for taking so long. sniffles SORRY AGAIN! You guys are the best! Thanks for being so patient and kind!

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Operation: S.E.E.K.O.U.T.
Seeing
Eiji
Enables
Knowledge
Of
Uncongenial
Trauma

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Wallabee Beatles gazed at the inky writing in the palm of his hand. It was the address Nigel gave him earlier that led to Kuki's residence. He recognized the green street sign with the letters of the street name B-R-I-G-H-T-O-N-B-L-V-D on it, which matched the exact letters written on his hand. The numbers 1254 were also posted on a shiny white plate on top of the garage door of a beige-walled house right in front of him.

It didn't look any more than an ordinary house. Yet, knowing Kuki, he would have expected more of a brighter, bizarre look.

Oh, well.

Wally looked up at the sky, telling him it was almost sunset. He walked over to the house and stared at the front door, about to ring her doorbell.

Wait--he wasn't supposed to get caught! He was supposed to spy on her, not say hi to her. So Wally quickly hid behind the bushes under an open window.

He first heard a penetrating scream coming from the inside of the house. Oh no! Kuki was in trouble! I have to go save her, thought Numbuh Four.

But then he heard something else that followed that scream.

"Those are the best gifts ever! Thank you so much!" came from the house. And it sounded a whole lot like Kuki's voice.

What gifts! Did her cruddy uncle give her more gifts? Numbuh Four couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. I wonder what he must have given her, he thought, then maybe I could give her something better...

Wally began to sit up from his position, spying on his teammate from her window. From what he was able to see, Numbuh Three was still in her pajamas, and the room seemed to have the environment of a kitchen. Ah, so this was the kitchen window.

Kuki was holding a pink Rainbow Monkey.

What the?

The "best gift ever" was a stupid Rainbow Monkey? Numbuh Three already had a million Rainbow Monkeys, and she called this gift "the best"?

Probably just bein' polite, guessed Wally. But something made him cringe. That was not her great uncle she was saying thanks to!... Unless her great uncle was about his age. That boy looked nothing like a great uncle! He looked like a... like a kid!

He saw Kuki let go of the Rainbow Monkey and hug that boy. Who was he? What was he doing there? Perhaps he was some kind of secret spy agent working for the teenagers to help capture a Kid Next Door!

"Grr... Argh!" Numbuh Four yelled in anger as he kept thinking of the many things that boy could have been. But he blushed and sat back down as soon as he heard the boy speak.

"I thought I heard something," the guy said, pointing towards the kitchen window. Wally gulped in guilt. I better not get caught or I'll fail this mission, he thought to himself.

"Oh, it's probably the wind!" Kuki exclaimed, "It's such a beautiful day. Wanna go outside?"

"Sure," the guy replied. Wally couldn't see what was going on next, since he was too busy hiding himself from Kuki's sight, but he knew he had to go somewhere else before they saw him outside.

Hearing the front door beginning to unlock, Numbuh Four opened the window and jumped inside the kitchen, landing on his feet and hands. He examined the room for any "suspicious" objects that might lead to a secret Kuki-kidnapping kind of activity, until his eyes caught something he had seen earlier.

"What's so special about that?" he whined, staring back at the pink Rainbow Monkey on the counter. He then noticed a tag on it and leaned closer.

"T-O, K-U-K... ugh," Wally complained, "I can't read this cruddy thing!"

Pulling away from Kuki's gift, he decided to open his S.P.Y.K.I.T. briefcase, getting out a pair of binoculars. Wally moved back to the kitchen window, where (with his binoculars) he could see Kuki and the other Japanese guy perfectly, hanging around at the driveway. He wasn't able to hear them, except for Numbuh Three's faint laughter, so he just watched.

After a twenty-minute lifetime of watching Kuki play tag or having a Rainbow Monkey tea party under the sun with the boy, they seemed to be getting ready to head back inside. Wally, alarmed, jumped through the window once again.

"That was so much fun!" he heard Kuki exclaim. "We should do it again tomorrow!"

Wally could feel his nose wrinkling in disgust. What was so fun about having a Rainbow Monkey tea party?

"Sure, Kuki," the boy smiled suspiciously, according to Numbuh Four, "But I know something else we could do. It's a lot of fun too."

"Oooh!" Numbuh Three hopped around anxiously. "What is it! What is it!"

Wally watched carefully as the boy disappeared for a second, then reappeared with a stereo boom box in his hands. Settling it down on the floor, he pressed a few buttons until a pop song came on, loud enough for Wally to hear. It was Britney Spears-ish with an upbeat rhythm, the type Kuki always loved to dance to.

"Weee!" she squealed. "A dance party! I wish Mushi were here!"

"It's okay, Kuki," the boy smiled. "Mushi is having just as much fun as we are with your great uncle."

"I know," Numbuh Three smiled back.

Wally narrowed his eyes. Who was that boy? And why was he with Kuki, if he wasn't her great uncle?

Suddenly, the pop song began to fade, and a slower song came on the radio. "This is to all you boys in love with your girls. Get her before she gets the other guy!" said the radio DJ enthusiastically.

The sound of the piano, violin, and acoustic guitar entwined made Numbuh Four want to cringe. However, that did not stop him from watching the boy in the kitchen extend his hand to Kuki. "May I have this dance?"

Kuki giggled. "But I don't know how to dance to slow songs!"

"It's okay, I'll teach you," he smiled innocently.

Urgh, he thinks he knows everything, Wally fumed. Well, I'll show him... I'll show him that I... I can spy on him!

"No, it's okay," Kuki grinned. "Thanks anyway."

"Oh, come on, it's fun."

"I don't think I should..."

"Why? Is it because of that blond kid?"

Wally's eyes shot up.

"What blond kid?" Kuki inquired.

"You know, that Australian boy you're always hanging out with."

Kuki blinked. "Oh, you mean Wally!"

"Yeah," the boy said. "You like him, don't you? That's why you don't want to dance with me. So that you don't hurt his feelings."

Kuki shook her head and lightly smacked the boy's shoulder. "No, silly! We're just friends!"

Wally didn't know why, but the word friends made him want to cringe more than the song did.

"Well, if you're just friends, then why don't you dance with me, Kuki?" the boy pleaded. "It's not like he's watching us right now."

Wally gulped guiltily.

"Umm... okay then."

Numbuh Four watched Kuki take the boy's hand. He watched Kuki put her hand on the boy's shoulder. He watched the boy put his on her hip. He did not like the sight of it at all, but still he watched. He watched their free hand weave together, and he watched them both waltz around like a happy married kid couple.

That made him cringe more than the word friends did.

He walked further from the window, further from the driveway, and further from Brighton Boulevard, back to the Kids Next Door treehouse. It had been enough spying for one day, and it had been enough cringing for one day.

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