Disclaimer- Normally I have really interesting disclaimers, but since all I want to happen is going to happen sooner or later (hopefully sooner) in the TV show, I'll just say I don't own KND.

This is my first KND fic, so please don't yell at me cowers in corner

Thinking- (.)

The Chosen

"Kids Next Door, I have an announcement to make. It seems that Kids Next Door has made a new group, The Chosen. The Chosen do not get their memories wiped when they turn 13. This, as you all know, is a good thing. However, the rest of us will still have our memories wiped."

"How do they know who to choose?" asked Numbah 5. She, and the rest of the KND, were sitting on a couch in the main room.

"I can't answer that question. I don't know."

"Has one of us been chosen?" asked Numbah 2.

"Yes."

"Really? Who is it? Who is it?" asked Numbah 3.

"It's... you."

10 Years Later

Kuki Sunbon tied her long black hair in a braid. The braid itself reached down to the bottom of her back. Her chocolate brown eyes were full of intelligence, and she had the shadow of a smile across her face. She had not been happy in a long, long time.

Kuki reached down for a glass of water, gulping it down. Her pet cat, Shadow, sat on her lap. Shadow was completely black cat. Kuki petted her absentmindedly. It had been so long ago, 10 years ago. That faithful day she had been Chosen. She was one of the Chosen. The one who stayed a kid for life. It had been her dream. Until she had to leave her friends behind. Kuki sighed. She had been Numbah 3. Numbah 5, the only other girl on the team. Numbah 2, the one who had made her laugh. Numbah 1, the leader. and Numbah 4. The one she had liked.

(Stop joking yourself. You had loved him)

The one who made her annoyed, yet the only one who could make her smile. The One. The one she had to leave behind. They had wiped all of his memories, as well as all the others. If only she could see him again.

(It's no use believing in fantasies.)

Kuki sighed again, then got up. She put on a black tang top, underwear, and jeans. She walked outside, in the scorching heat. She walked down the street. She entered the air-conditioned café.

"The usual?" asked Sal, the manager.

"Yeah," answered Kuki. Kuki sat down. She looked around. Same old people.

"Excuse me?" came a voice from behind her. Kuki turned around. She had to catch her breath. He looked so much like Numbah 4. The blonde hair, the sparkling eyes... Kuki shook her head. It couldn't be him.

"Do I know you?" asked the man.

"I don't know. You look like someone you used to know," answered Kuki.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ku- I mean, Sarah. Sarah Smith. You?" said Kuki. She had almost uttered her real name.

"My name is Wa- I mean, my name is Andrew Bryant," said the man.

(See, it's not him)

"Do you want to sit down?" I asked.

"Sure." Andrew sat down. Kuki's best friend, Andrea, came by.

"What can I get you?" she asked, smiling.

"Coffee," said Andrew.

"Alright," said Andrea. She turned around.

"She didn't take your order," said Andrew.

"I come here everyday and order the same thing. They know me," answered Kuki.

"So, you live here?"

"Yeah. What about you?"

"I just moved here. 145 Lincion Ave."

"Hey, you're my neighbor!"

"Really? What's your address?"

"143 Lincion Avenue!"

"I should stop by, then," said Andrew.

"I would like that," said Kuki, smiling. She looked at her watch. "Shit! I gotta go!" She got up and started running out.

"I'll stop by later!" yelled Andrew after her. Kuki nodded.

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