Written by: TippierCoffee
Disclaimer: I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door, Mr. Tom Warburton does.
I do however own numbuh 645 and Wally's friends
In this fic Wally and Kuki are at the age of 15 and Joey is at the age of 6
Enjoy :)
RE-WRITTEN
My brother
The little blond haired boy ran in the heels of an older kid, a lot of other kids his own age and slightly older followed toe as well. They were at the KND museum looking at everything in awe as the older kid explained each device for the group.
She was a very lovely girl likely to be the age of eleven, she had shoulder length nut brown wavy hair and bright blue eyes, in her hair she wore a powder-blue plastic hairband, she spoke with enthusiasm to the group of amazed cadets, Joey being one of them.
"And now if you would follow me to the next room please" The girl spoke in a light friendly tone as she led the kids to a room labeled 'The best of the best'.
Inside of this room were a bunch of statues of the operatives that once had been believed to be the best when they had worked inside of the kids next door. A statue of both Cree and Chad as eleven-year-old kids stood back to back with their heads turned as their mouths formed quirky smiles. The girl showing them around, better known as numbuh 645, told the kids tales of how amazing Cree and Chad had been inside of the kids next door and how they had turned out to end up; the entire group of kids booed at the decisions the two operatives had chosen in their days of decommissioning.
"Let's continue" numbuh 645 told the displeased kids as she led the group to a statue of numbuh 362 herself.
"This young girl is believed to have been the best first-in-command of the moon base in many years" numbuh 645 started her tale off, as she told about how this girl had ruled hard but fair making everyone respect her deeply. She told the tale of how numbuh 362 had gone missing and willingly come back at her thirteenth birthday to get decommissioned as protocol required it be.
The group of kids looked at the statue in amazement as they themselves felt their minds filling up with a deep respect for this girl.
"Let's continue" numbuh 645 said as she showed the kids further in to the museum.
After a short while they stopped at a statue of a bald kid
"This is our very own, numbuh 1" numbuh 645 started her tale as all the kids listened to her in interest as they watched the statue.
This was not just a statue, this was a statue of the numbuh one.
The guide told them the tale of numbuh one and his hard leader skills, she told the tale about how numbuh one's dad had turned out to be numbuh zero himself and how numbuh one had disappeared just like how numbuh 362 had. The only difference was that numbuh one had never returned and no one really knew where he was; even to this day that remained a mystery
"But of course any good leader would be in need of a team" numbuh 645 finished her tale as she gesture for the kids to follow her a little further down the hall. "And of course this was not just any team, it was the team". Numbuh 645 stopped in front of four statues placed on a plat form, each of them looked no more than ten or eleven, different facial expressions had been sculpted on their mouths, and different twinkles had been added to their eyes to show off their personalities.
The kids looked with awe at the four statue as they listened to numbuh 645 telling about their many missions and heroic deeds. To Joey one of the statues in particular pupped out; it was a statue of a very short blond haired boy with and orange hood sweater, a pair of blue baggy jeans and a pair of white worn down sneakers. Seeing as the six year old yet failed to be able to read he raised his hand
"Yes numbuh 8.Q?" numbuh 645 asked Joey
"What does the sign say?" the little boy asked as he pointed to a golden sign in the bottom of the platform, which the statue was placed upon.
"It says 'Left to right: Numbuh 5, Numbuh 2, Numbuh 4 and Numbuh 3'" answered numbuh 645 cheerfully as she smiled at the little boy who had followed the figures from left to right and rested his eyes on numbuh four. He could not believe his eyes.
This guy labeled numbuh four who stood in all his statue pride was a perfect mirror image of his own, now teenager brother.
"What happened to them?" Joey asked as numbuh 645 was just about to finish the tour
"They got decommissioned like everybody else before them, none of them put up a fight or tried to run away. Though they were very sad to loose one another" said numbuh 645 with a sad smile. "Sadly we have protocols and rules which we must follow in the KND even if we don't wish to. In reality all of us, even decommissioning officers, wish we could just let everybody remember, but it's too much of a risk factor" she finished.
Joey nodded even though he had barely heard half of it, his head was spinning with questions and amazement, his brother had been an operative as a child? And not just any operative but the numbuh four. A part of one of the best teams ever to be seen in kids next door history.
The next couple of days Joey had been acting very strangely when being around his brother, who now no longer was nowhere near being a short runt.
He had grown to and average hight almost being as tall as their mother who was one head shorter than their father. His little,somewhat chubby, body had grown muscular and thinner; his jaws had become sharper but not so sharp that he looked frightening, it was a 'good' sharp.
Wally had noticed his brother's new affection for him and had confusingly asked his parents for advice as he was getting ready to go to a class party to celebrate the last day before study break.
He had taken on some dark blue-grayish loose jeans. On his upper body he wore an orange T-shirt and on top of that he had applied a formal white shirt which he had left unbuttoned.
Maybe not the fanciest of clothing but he saw no reason to wear a suit when it was just a celebration rather than a prom
"Now now Wally" his mother had just said cheerfully "Joey just thinks of you as a role model, it's very normal for kids his age to look up to their elder siblings" both her and his father had smiled at him, his father had a little glint in his eye that said 'better prove him right'.
Wally sighed a little both amused and frightened by the thought; him, a role model?
-You've gotta' be kidding me- he thought as he showed his hands down his pockets and went out in the warm summer evening to meet his friends who you could easily call a bunch of troublemakers.
Wally remembered when he and his three friends almost got arrested nearly a year ago for making funny comments about an already pissed cop as some of his friends had thrown garbage at the cop and all four of them had laughed.
He had experienced how bad an idea it had been when his parents angrily had had to pick him up at the police station and apologize on his behalf by paying a fee.
The next month his room had been a prison because he had gotten grounded with good reason
-Some role model- He thought as he found himself wishing that his brother would do like most teenage girls and just pick a random celebrity for role model, he sighed and shook his head slightly as he approached his friends
-I just don't understand kids- and with that he decided he would no longer think about this little mystery and just enjoy the evening to come.
End of chapter one
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