Summary:
Abby knows there's only one reason why she stays at the KND, and it's not because of the missions. Kuki suggests it's just a silly crush, but is it? 5/86…the first one in English!
Ok, don't ask my why I even thought of this one. I think it's because I love both 5 and 86, and thought, "hey, I'll do a romance fic on them." So don't flame me because I wanted to try something new. Just read and see what you think. If you like it, please review. If you don't, then get the fudge outta here. Why read something if you don't like it?
Also, the whole reason that 86 is sexist and only likes girls may be a big one behind this fic, I'm not quite sure. But anyway, the only way you can judge this fic is if you read it.
Chapter 1
Abby was tired and bored as she lazily leant back upon a large branch of the aging tree she called home. Since the bad guys decided it was an annual holiday; the kids, now twelve, had two weeks to kick back and relax. Even the teens celebrated not doing any world domination or kid bashing. Abby guessed it was tiring work for them also.
But Abby couldn't relax, nor could she get this tiny emotion out of her mind.
Emotion.
She tapped her foot to the sound of her mp3, trying to get the thought out of her mind. But no matter how loud or how unemotional the music was, the thought was still there. The thought about the one she had decided she was in love with. She had confided in Kuki, the only other girl in the sector, and her best friend. She said it was just a phase that all kids went through, and proudly admitted Abby was her "phase". Of course Abby was shocked at first, but then became very flattered. No one had ever said they felt that way about her, even if it was a phase. But deep down, Abby knew this was becoming something more.
"Still thinking?" Came the high-pitched voice of her Japanese friend. Abby pulled one of her earphones out and left it dangling down her arm.
"I guess so." She sat up to allow Kuki to jump in beside her. Abby waited til every black lock had fallen back into place before continuing. "Numbuh 5 thinks this is more this time. I can't stop thinking, even my music won't block it out."
Kuki's hazel eyes had a hint of cheekiness in them. "Maybe it's because you don't want to block the feelings out. I'm not suggesting anything, but maybe for the first time you're hoping for something to happen."
They paused as they heard Nigel striding past. He gave a small wave before continuing on his way. The girls turned back and continued.
"Maybe…but I dunno anymore Numbuh 3. I guess you may be right this time."
Kuki flipped a stray lock of ebony hair and pasted a smirk on her face. "I can read you like my Rainbow Monkey storybook. You can't hide anything from me. Just tell 'em then, and see what happens. Who knows? They might like you back."
"Who might like you back?" Both girls irritably turned to see the blonde hair and short stature of the Australian, Wally. He folded his arms and gestured with his shoulder. "And who were you talkin' about? Ah missed that bit."
Kuki balled her hand into a fist and gritted her teeth. "And how much did you actually here flapper?"
He unfolded his arms and took a step back. He knew better than to confront his girlfriend when she was angry. "Look, I just heard about how Numbuh 5 should jus' tell somebody that she likes them."
Kuki seemed to relax about half the muscles in her face, but refrained from jumping up and pounding him when Abby placed a hand on her shoulder. "S'ok Numbuh 3, Numbuh 5 can trust Numbuh 4 with my secret, can't she?"
Wally nodded once in nobility and crossed his heart. "Ah promise I won't tell anyone. And if I do, ah'll give you both permission to tie me to the roof and use me as a punching bag."
Kuki seemed to grin evily, making Abby smile for the first time that day. "Well, that seems like a good compromise, doesn't it Numbuh 5?"
"It sure does."
Francine Fullbright stormed down the corridor of the Moon Base council room. Numbuh 362 herself had called her, and Francine knew better than to disrespect the orders of the big boss, even if it did interfere with the important job of decommissioning those of age. Her brown commando boots clunked upon the silver tin as she past the many operatives. She felt an annoying tug upon her skirt, and found she had been pestered by one of the 8-year-old trainees. Her red pigtails bobbed as she jumped in excitement.
"Can I help you, or are you bustin' for a pee?" Francine asked coldly, hoping it would intimidate the young girl. But alas, the excited American bounced around.
"Numbuh 86, Numbuh362wantedmetotellyoushewasinthetrainingroomand…"
"Woah,woah,woah!" Francine, a.k.a Numbuh 86 exclaimed as she waved the girl down. "You been eatin' sugar or something? Now can you repeat yourself…very…slowly."
She folded hers arms and inwardly grinned at the sight of the confused kid. Though it seemed somewhat mean to size down the younger recruits, Francine couldn't help herself. Somebody had to do it, and she seemed best for the part. The young girl took a step backwards so she could clearly see the freckles upon the superior's nose.
"Well, Numbuh 362 wanted me to tell you she was in the training room and wants you to go there. She also said it was very important and for your ears only."
"Well, why didn't she come and get me then?" She cursed mentally, she knew better than to label the boss as lazy.
"Well, she would've but, she's busy with training at this point in time." The girl beamed at her accomplishment. "She said this a mission for me, and I guess I succeeded!"
Francine cocked an eyebrow at this girl's naive ness. "Well, I guess you did. Well, you can take the lead."
The girl grabbed Francine's hand and tugged her toward the training room, completely catching the Scot off guard and causing her to stumble. "C'mon, we can walk together."
Francine caught her footing and adjusted her skirt as if nothing had happened. "Great, lovely. We'll walk…together." Unfortunately the sarcasm had completely blown over the girl's head, as she began swinging their arms in time with their now small footsteps. Francine mentally slapped herself at how this looked to the other operatives, who now looked in sheer amusement.
Two chrome doors groaned as the parted, clearing a path for the two girls. In the center of the room sat the big boss, Numbuh 362. She was peering down through a window and shaking her head in irritation. Her face softened when she noticed the operative and the trainee standing in the room. 362 chuckled inwardly at the sight of the young and soon-to-be operative swinging off the older operative's arm.
"Right, Numbuh 475, you may go back to training." The blonde girl stated officially. "I need a few words with operative 86 alone."
The young girl saluted, and descended down a nearby trapdoor in which 362 immediately jammed shut. The chrome doors became sealed once more, and 362 spoke. "You know why I called you?"
"Umm, I was told it was important." Francine stood up straight for her boss, but felt like a stuttering idiot with her answers.
"It is important. You see, we've found an unknown villain wandering around Sector V. We need you to go down there and investigate undercover. We need to track them and gather as much information as we can."
Francine's heart skipped a few beats. Sector V was where she realized she liked one of the operatives. She was going on a mission, but when she joined Sector V, it was a total failure. Surely 362 didn't trust her for this job?
"In case you were wondering, I completely trust you. Though in the past we've had…troubles, I'm sure this time will be a success." 362 smiled, and Francine swore that she could read minds.
"And I'm to assume that I'll need Sector V to help investigate?"
362 grinned deviously, and Francine knew she was teasing her. "Of course you will. I'll send them a report prior to your arrival. Once you gather enough information, we'll calculate whether they're dangerous enough for capture. You may leave immediately, and I'll put another operative in charge of you job while you're absent. You're dismissed."
Francine turned on her heel and headed for the doors. As they slowly pulled apart, Francine heard 362 clear her throat. "Oh, and Francine?" She turned to her name; surprised her boss would call her that. 362 looked right in her eyes and warned the Scottish girl. "Don't let your feelings get in the way of this mission."
Francine nodded once, and exited the room. As she headed down the rusty corridor to the ships at the other end, she knew this would be her toughest mission yet.
