Explaining everything to Bill was more difficult than you'd think. He was very innocent, pure, in a way, and didn't understand the concept that someone was after him. Tom and I made a joint decision that it wasn't safe in Germany, and I didn't like it here, so we took everyone back to America into L.A. This included Gustav, a raging gunman, and Georg, a secret samurai. These two completed Tom's assassination team.
It wasn't awkward, Tom made wise cracks at any lady who walked by. They also encountered some fans, Bill being the most overjoyed to see them. To my knowledge, he had no special abilities. Only the ability to eat a lot.
Why Adam Lambert would want him was a mystery. The word pure wasn't mentioned at one point, but I didn't know if that described Bill, fully, or not. There was something else, I just knew it.
We made our way down the streets of L.A. Un-harmed, until Bill complained of hunger. We turned left into a McDonald's for him. He grinned approvingly.
Upon walking in, I saw a scene I would have never expected to see.
The Jonas brothers were all gathered around at table, talking excitedly about something, actually, it was just Joe, with his beard deal going on.
Nick looked kind of bored, his curly hair slightly, erm, curly? He stared out the window.
Kevin was turning the pages of a magazine, nodding at the appropriate times. Nobody was really listening to Joe, Bill was already in line to order, actually, he was the only one ordering. I walked closer to Joe to hear what he was saying.
"Nick, nick, nick! You wouldn't believe it! She was doing all sorts of things like jumping and kicking and-" He threw his fist through the air to explain. "A ninja! A real one. I swear on my life Nick." He drank some soda. "You too Kevin. You too." Kevin looked up briefly.
"Yeah, Joe, ninjas, again. We get it."
Joe, looking rather disappointed, sank back into his chair, sipping his soda with a sad face.
His story was most likely B.S., but it should be taken seriously, even if it is Joe Jonas. Ninjas goofing off and getting exposed is a big no-no. I looked back at Bill and the others, Bill had to have at least seven or eight Bic Macs on his tray, and a large Milkshake. I raised my eyebrows and turned back to the Jonas Brothers.
The door opened, like is normally does and it was behind me. Joe stood up and pointed right at me.
"It's the ninja!" He screamed. I gestured to myself ready to move or something, or not be a ninja. How in the hell did Joe Jonas know about all this?
Tom, was in front of me in a second. He understood that civilians knowing about me or him would probably mean death, for us.
Joe frowned. "Move please, Mr. Scary." Tom smiled Big at him.
Bill called from behind us. "Hey Tommy whataya doing?" Tom's hand flinched near his sword. Woah, you don't have to go killing everyone.
"What do you want with us?" Tom spat.
"Not you, the girl who just came in!" Joe said. Kevin looked up, Nick stared out the window.
Tom and I both turned to see who it was. There stood a frozen Caitlin DeVault, my best friend, who walked in. She couldn't have been the ninja, she looked at me, then at Tom, then at the Jonas Brothers, then back at the rest of Tokio Hotel, and Bill who had eaten three Big Macs.
"Huh?" She asked, confused.
Joe scrambled up, knocking over a chair, and ran up to her.
"You were doing crazy ninja stuff! I saw it, with my eyes. These ones." He pointed right at his face. "I'm not lying." Kevin shook his head, Nick stifled a laugh.
"What?" Caitlin said, frowning. She was kind of confused, most of the time. She couldn't be a ninja, Joe's lost his marbles. Tom looked confused too. Everyone was confused, except for Joe and Bill, who seemed happily in tune with whatever they were doing.
Tom spoke up.
"That girls not a ninja, this one is." He pushed me forward.
Caitlin looked at me for a second before saying: "What in the world is...huh...?" Joe stepped forward, putting his chest out.
"No, she's the ninja." He said, pointing at Caitlin. Nick stood up when Tom got in Joe's face.
"Prove it, shorty." Tom was taller than Joe, and he looked a little scared for a minute. The other two Jonas Brothers both stepped up to help.
"Joe you idiot." Nick said, sighing.
"Yeah." Kevin agreed, nodding his head. They tried apologizing but it just kind of turned into a stand off. Tom had his hand on his gun before he called Bill up.
Why did he call Bill up?
"Bill come here." Tom said, loudly.
Bill was finishing off one of two hamburgers that were left, he quickly devoured the other one. Ew, he just ate like eight big macs. He grabbed his half empty large milkshake, sipping annoyingly, and stood up next to Tom, in front of Nick.
There was a weird look in Nick's eyes, it was focused, like he was trying to remember something important. Bill stood like an idiot, the milkshake straw in his mouth.
It all happened in slow motion, for me, at least. Nick raised his hand up in the most dramatic way possible, the sill look plastered on his face. Bill's face showed panic and fear. I saw him try to move his hands, but they were frozen. He was frozen. Everyone around us looked in pity at the poor milkshake, as Nicks hand slapped it onto the ground, with an audible splat.
"The Milkshake is done." He said in a perfect temperamental voice.
Bill stood, awkwardly for a few moments. Tom looked at him, and asked him something in German.
"No Tom, I have to get another one." Bill left to get back in line. Tom put his face in his hands, and Georg and Gustav were busting up back at the table. Tom shot them the evil eye. But Tom seemed to relax a little more, and slowly, he removed from his tense stance and calmed down. But I knew he wasn't going to give in, Tom just wasn't that type of person.
This wasn't going anywhere, so I looked for Caitlin and called her over.
"What in the name of Balls is going on, why are you here?" I was royally confused.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing." She said, also confused.
Well, the situation wasn't becoming any better, as Bill approached us with a new milkshake—he still slurped it annoyingly—and crouched down to our level.
"I don't like it when Tom gets mad like that." Bill said, checking over his shoulder. "Are they gonna fight?" He asked quietly, in a whisper.
"Bill,this isn't a secret meeting or anything." Bill nodded, but kept himself low, and moved in closer to try and conceal himself from his brother.
"Those Jonas Brothers are scary." He said so low I had to strain my ears to hear him.
Caitlin looked at Bill, with a look of wonder on her face.
"Scary? Tom started this!" She said, clearly offended.
Bill nodded. "Tom is scary too." He sipped his milkshake. I frowned, before pulling Caitlin out in between the stand off. By now, Georg and Gustav had stood up to help, and they were in the trash talking stage.
We broke it up, Caitlin calming the Jonas brothers, as Joe continued to accuse her of being a ninja. Tom frowned at me, looking disapproving.
"Tom, you don't need to be starting fights in McDonald's when your brother is in trouble." We both looked at Bill, who was currently dancing, while sitting down, alone in a booth, listening to his ipod. We both sighed in unison.
Caitlin came over, looking troubled. I remembered I had to ask her something.
"Why is Joe calling you a ninja?" I asked, Tom turned to listen.
"Because I am one." Caitlin said offhandedly. "Don't tell anyone." She was speaking to me and Tom.
Tom frowned, looking confused. "No, Sadey's a ninja." He pointed out, poking the top of my head. "She nearly killed me."
Yeah I did. And I should have, jerk. That poke hurt.
"Well, I guess this means we're both Ninjas." Caitlin and I high-fived, and Tom just stood, jaw dropped. He then shook his head and pulled out a tiny flask filled with what I assumed was alcohol. He then went to join his brother at the table. He better not get caught with that—he's only twenty years old.
"So, what are you doing here?" I asked Caitlin.
"I woke up today, and thought, I should creep on the Jonas Brothers. What are you doing?" She asked me.
"I'm trying to save the world. Regular ninja stuff."
"Really? I'm a self trained ninja."
"Oh, well, I'm employed by the official ninja organization of the world—Japan—and I get these types of missions all the time, you should think about joining, it's really fun." I doubted she was as good as me, but you never knew. Self trained Ninjas are risky buiseness, but they often turn out to be beyond what a regular one is capable of.
"Cool, you think I could help out with this one?" She asked me.
"Sure, we could use all the help we can get." And I told her all about Adam Lambert being an evil villain with good music. I explained about Tom, Georg, and Gustav and what they were capable of, and how Bill was in trouble. She agreed to help us out, but we didn't know that the Jonas Brothers were listening.
Kevin stepped up first, looking weirdly sure of himself.
"We want to help." They said, startling us. "Me and Nick—we want to help you stop this Madam Adam." Caitlin and I started laughing. Without meaning too.
"You guys, this isn't a game." Caitlin explained. "Lives are at stake." Joe rushed up, looking flustered. He shoved through Kevin and Nick, demanding our attention.
"I will do anything to join your ninja squad.!" He said, breathless. Me and Caitlin looked at each other, we didn't have a ninja squad.
"Joe, please, not right now." Kevin hissed, and Nick just looked out the window again, disappointed.
Caitlin answered them before I got the chance. "Fine, we'll take all three of you." Joe leaped up into the air and cheered, but Kevin and Nick just looked at each other. I grabbed her and excused ourselves.
"What do you think your doing? They'll be killed! How could you say something like..." I sighed. "We can not take them with us. They'll only drag us down."
She looked unscathed. "Trust me." was all she said. How could I trust her, the flipping Jonas Brothers? We were screwed.
We all excited from Mcdonald's heading for a forest. Yeah right, a forest in L.A. But that was where Adam's hide out was supposed to be located, and the Jonas Brothers had a good idea where it was. They were regulars here, in L.A.
It was a bustling city with lot's of weird people just wondering around on the streets. People could be seen preforming, asking for money, advertising. I guess this is what a city was like.
Bill smiled and clapped for everyone he walked by, looking not just entertained, but intensely content afterward. I caught up with Tom to ask him a few questions.
Tom slowed down a little to match my pace.
"What's up?" He asked, numbly. He wasn't too fond of bringing the Jonas Brothers, either, but Caitlin had convinced him they would help. Kevin and Nick were awfully quiet, and Joe, well, Joe was Joe. He got along real nice with Bill.
"Your brother, I'm wondering, is he...all there in the head?" I worded it as carefully as I could, I didn't want to offend him or anything.
"I dunno. Bill's always been real freaky, innocent, pure." He paused, then added. "I think he's special."
Well Duh.
I guess my look gave away my thought there. Tom continued.
"Not mental, no, Bill's comprehension levels are usually weird like this, unless confronted by something bad."
"Come again?" I asked him.
Tom sighed. "Once when we were small, a pervert saw us walking home from school. We were bullied a lot, and this particular time, we looked kind of banged up from a beating. The man had a van and everything. He offered us a ride home, and I was about to hop in, I was so tired of everything, and walking home scared to get hit." He shuddered. "Bill just stood there, with this creepy blank look in his eyes, before he freaked out. He kept saying this man was bad, a bad man. The guy actually got out of the car and almost ended up dead because of it. Bill attacked him. That was the first time it happened..." He trailed off.
"What?" I asked, looking at the peppy, girlish man dancing with a hobo. Joe was taking pictures with his phone.
"Once when we were eleven, Someone tried to break into our house. They tried to climb in through Bill's room, and they found the man dead three weeks later. Bill would constantly turn up missing when he slept. He does thing...strange."
I'd heard about something like this before. I'd read it in a book a few years back, but I couldn't remember on what or when or how. Tom sighed.
"A bout a month ago, a fan was sending us threatening letters. These are common, for us, and I wasn't worried. But Bill read the letter over and over again and kept it with him where ever he went. He went out and didn't come back for a few days. That girl who wrote the letter—she's dead..." Tom sighed. "And the worst part is Bill can't remember any of it. In fact, it seems he's created artificial memories to cover up over these instances."
Tom's description fit whatever I couldn't remember like a glove.
"Tom, this is totally why Adam Lambert wants Bill!" I said. Tom snorted at me. "I've heard about this somewhere before..."
"That's absurd. The only one who ever knew about this was me. And now, you." He looked around, and nearly jumped when he found Kevin and Nick right behind us listening intently.
Kevin scratched his chin, thinking about something. Nick looked at Kevin with a questionable look on his face.
"Bill Kaulitz...wow." Kevin finally said after five minutes of silence. Tom and I looked at each other. We all glanced at Bill, who was with Joe, reading street signs and drinking a soda. Caitlin was walking quietly behind all of us, I gestured for her to come in closer.
"What are you talking about?" Caitlin asked, confused.
Kevin cleared his throat.
"Bill holds the key to a vast amount of unexplainable knowledge, the core of our intelligence." He said slowly. Tom cracked a smile, and stifled a giggle, before he turned away and coughed loudly.
I remembered, at least, what I couldn't remember. I'd read in a book that once every century a child was born who held the key to all knowledge inside of him or something in a freaky book I'd found in the library. The kid was supposed to sniff out danger in an instant and attack it with no mercy, protecting him and what he held close.
It didn't mention the words Air head anywhere in the book, though.
"I remember now! Immortal knowledge or whatever." I said. Kevin nodded.
"Exactly...but...this is really weird." Kevin said. But then, the book was top secret, only elite people, such as myself, would have been able to get their hands on such a thing. How in the world did Kevin Jonas know?
Tom narrowed his eyes, and according to the troubled look he shot me, it told me he was thinking the same thing.
"How do you know all this?" Tom asked.
Kevin shrugged. "Came across it in a book." the conversation was dropped then, because Bill came over to me and dragged me over to Joe.
"Please tell him that those glasses are ugly." Bill pleaded. "He thinks they make him cool." I frowned. Bill had no business calling somebody else's clothing item ugly. At least he didn't wear glasses, well, regular glasses.
I sighed. "Bill, I like Joe's glasses." I pointed out. "But Joe, the fashionista thinks their ugly, so try to accommodate his wishes until we arrive at our desired destination.
I've gathered this much information so far.
Adam Lambert is an evil master mind plotting God only knows. We are assuming we have no time at all to stop him.
He wants Bill Kaulitz. And I'm thinking it's for more than just a gay guy thing, seeing as though Adam Lambert is unspeakably evil.
Bill Kaulitz, said object of want, is crazy and holds the key to all information one's heart could ever desire. We must protect said crazy.
Tokio Hotel and The Jonas Brothers are to help me, and my ninja friend Caitlin protect said crazy?
We're screwed.