Of a Sweeter Kind
by Kameko-Lullaby
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PART TWO

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His Prize"The Polar Icecaps would melt because of all the hot air in your head,"

Hoagie blinked into the rays of the nearing sunset as his newly slim stomach let out a loud growl that almost doubled the teenage boy over. It had to be near five o'clock which meant that Kuki and Abby would already be in the kitchen making supper.

'Isn't Saturday burger night?'

His thoughts of 2 pounds of beef smothered with everything everyone could and wouldn't put on a sandwich came to a halt when a loud cry of triumph erupted from down the grassy field. His light-blue eyes widened as he realized that Wally had actually won. Pressure usually sent him on a tailspin to failure but, the seriousness of the situation – or at least for those two – seemed to have saved him from defeat, and one of his own temper-tantrums of humiliation.

"Hah!" Wallabee's ever-loud voice shouted as he broke out into his version of the classic Victory Dance. "11 to 9, I WIN!"

Ace glared darkly at him from behind his square sunglasses, "You have to be kidding me. You had to have been keeping score wrong!"

"Its one-point to a goal, dude, I got eleven and you got nine," Wally smirked happily. "I. Win."

The pilot scowled at him as he stood up, brushing blades of grass and dirt from his new pair of dark-wash denim jeans. Pushing his glasses up into his hairline, he turned to face the victor who was clad in a simple orange t-shirt and baggy distressed jeans that somehow managed to cling to his hips. "When in the hell did you learn to count beyond three?"

The smack that came after the simple question was enough to make Hoagie who had been doing nothing but, murmur to his stomach, jump. Ace plucked his now twisted-and-broken sunglasses from his nose, as he fingered his cheek which now had the lovely design of the ball they had been kicking imprinted on it. A long string of garbled Spanish mixed with a few choice words in English left his lips, leaving his oh-so-suave persona in the dust.

Numbuh Four merely shrugged as he plucked his soccer ball from the ground, tucking it under his arm. He grinned. "It slipped."


"Dinner is ready!" Kuki Sanban chirped, spinning on her heel in the middle of the living room after her dramatic entrance from the tree-house kitchen. It only took a second for her to notice that only one of the three teenage boys of her sector occupied the room.

"Numbuh One?"

The bald British boy looked up from the reports he was shuffling through. He peered at her from over his sunglasses, an eyebrow raised. "Yes, Numbuh Three?"

"Where is Numbuh Four, and Numbuh Two?"

Nigel sighed as he returned the files to their folder, placing them on the coffee table they had added to the furniture of the living room. It was a useful addition. "Late again," He answered simply.

"They promised they'd be back before!" She muttered, lips curling downwards into a frown. Saturday was one of their team-bonding days. It was simply just a day a night that the five of them could eat together, and watch a movie. She didn't like when they were late for it.

"I wouldn't worry, girl," Abby called from the doorway of what was the junction between the kitchen, living room, and meeting place. "Your boy probably just found somebody else to be pissed at," She joked gently, pressing a hand to the girl's nearly bare shoulder in a comforting gesture as she moved to stand beside her.

Kuki played with the hem of her long green shirt, her fingers pulling at the silk-like cloth, "My boy?" For some reason, those words made her tummy feel fluffy.

Numbuh Five grinned, "You know what boy Abby's talkin' 'bout,"

Even Nigel, who usually neglected these types of affairs, felt his lips twitch in a smile. Kuki's naivety and all around cuteness was something everyone fell victim to once-and-a-while. Gently teasing her about Numbuh Four's bluntly obvious soft spot for her was a 'friend favorite' lately.

Numbuh Three opened her mouth to retort but, shut it quickly when a knock sounded at the front door of the clubhouse. Literally leaping over the larger couch, she darted through to the meeting room, not at all paying attention to Nigel and Abby who exchanged knowing glances. Flipping herself over the railing and on to the deck, she thrust open the large door with much more force then intended. The boys standing outside blinked.

"You're here!" She squealed grabbing both of them by the front of their t-shirts, and wrenching them inside the building.

"Hi?" Numbuh Two murmured, wondering if his prayers from earlier had worked. The Japanese girl smiled happily at him before turning to Wally. Her hand slid away from the fabric of Hoagie's white shirt but, but her long fingers remind curled into the orange cloth of Wallabee's.

Startling him, and making the soccer ball he had been clutching fall way, she pulled him down until he was doubled over, his face hovering over hers. "I'm glad you're back," She cooed up at him. He mumbled something under his breath, a heavy (and rather adorable, in Kuki's opinion) blush covering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"Let's go eat!" Numbuh Three exclaimed after a minute, releasing his shirt. The teenage boy straightened his spine, mumbling something to himself as he brushed his hand across the heated skin of his face. 'Cruddy girl, always making me do that…'

"Yeah, I'm starving, what are we having?" Hoagie murmured, his stomach growling like a frog croaking to emphasize the question.

Kuki giggled, while Wally rolled his eyes. "Cheesy, meaty macaroni bake,"

"What about the burgers?" He nearly whimpered out the question.

"I wanted to experiment, and Numbuh One said it was fine,"

"Experiment with chemicals, not my food!"

"Hey, you know I'm not allowed in the chemistry lab at school anymore!" Kuki exclaimed, forcing a bit of a serious tone. "Sides," She continued on, a hint of mischief playing in her high-voice, and in her grin. "A girl's gotta have some fun."

She winked up at Wally, lavender eyes twinkling.

He blinked back, eyebrows moving towards his hairline.

She just grinned again before leaping down into the meeting place once again, boys following suit. They probably hadn't taken more then a few steps when the loud jingle of pop music filled the air between them. The Japanese princess stopped her walking, pausing between the taller two of her three best male friends. She fished a cell phone of pink-plastic from the back pocket of tight, black denim cutoffs. If the weather was a bit chillier, it would have been capris or full-fledged jeans."It's Ace,"

"You-are-so-screwed," Hoagie mouthed over Kuki's head towards Wally who mouthed something back that looked very similar to the word vacuum.

"Yeah, our date…" They heard her murmur to the phone.

"But, you promised!"

"Wallabee?" The blond boy in question swallowed, wondering if this would be a good time to swallow his very large pride and bolt like a mad-man to the kitchen. "What does he have to do- - -? "

"- - - Fine, I'll ask him,"

"Whatever,"

"Yeah, Okay, bye-bye," She flipped the phone close with that. She slid it back into her pocket, slim eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her bright and ever-so innocent, deep blue eyes flickered up to meet a pair of nearly panicked emerald ones.

"Numbuh Four, what does Ace mean that I should ask you why he had to cancel?"

Ah, Crud.


A/N: I'm sorry this is ungodly late. High school is a bitch.

Anyway, I'm thinking about making a one-shot collection for all the plot bunnies that get stuck in my head for these two, and the other couples that bless the fanon and canon parts of the fandom. I mean, those stupid things hopping around my head are half the reason I can never finish anything, so maybe an outlet that's nearly plot less would be good for me.

Well, see you in PART 3.

- Lullaby.


All Characters © Tom (Mr.) Warburton
Plot (if you can find one) © Kameko-Lullaby