Since I didn't have enough room to put the disclaimer in the summary, I'm just gonna put it here: I DO NOT OWN RANDY CUNNINGHAM. ANYONE WHO SAYS I DO IS A LIAR. A LIAR, I TELL YOU! (Besides, if I did, it would be different. Don't get me wrong, RC9GN is super bruce but I would've changed a couple things) Also, one of the OCs is mine. One is not. That one is property of SariSpy56.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter! :D
The page of results only took a few milliseconds to load. Man-gong eagerly looked them over, but he was quickly disappointed, with titles like Norrisville Ninja defeats another monster: video by Heidiatschool, Memory failing? Come see Dr. Chaplin, conveniently located at 4431 Norrisville Lane, and Norrisville's own Ninja is victorious again- has he EVER lost a fight?!
Not to be deterred so easily, Man-gong kept scrolling, despite the discouraging results.
"No, no… Aha- wait, no…" he muttered just barely loud enough to hear himself as he clicked through the webpages.
"If this were any other scenario, I would almost be considering giving up…" he murmured, scrolling through, when all of a sudden his eyes widened almost imperceptibly. "What…?" Man-gong clicked one of the links, one that seemed no different from the others, but the page it led to was like no other.
Memory loss after graduating Norrisville High (School)? Read below for more information:
Man-gong found the title intriguing, and he read on, becoming more and more aware of just what Mr. Antfee may have gotten into. And that boy… the current ninja… maybe…
The gears in Man-gong's head were turning. Until, finally-
He wrote down the number at the bottom of the screen and got up, not even bothering to log out of the computer as he bolted out of the library. There was something Man-gong had to do for his master, something that was long overdue.
…
Randy and Howard sat at a table at the mall, which, unfortunately for them, was right next to the trash can. But, it was a busy day, and the only other option they had at the time would've been to sit at that booth that had just been evacuated by the family with three kids, and they were clearly messy eaters, judging by the amount of food crumbs they left on the table.
Randy took around a few bites of his warm macaroni every minute, often pausing with a look on his face that suggested he was deep in thought. It wasn't that the tenth grader wasn't hungry; in fact it was just the opposite. But, he had been pausing in the middle of a lot of things to think lately, life was just that stressful these days. While Howard, on the other hand, was scarfing his own meal down with such speed it looked as if he hadn't eaten in two years. But this was Howard we're talking about. Two hours without food was pretty much two years in Howard time. Frosty the Snowman played softly in the background, streaming from the mall speakers as the two boys ate.
"Who's that? She looks kinda familiar in some creepy way," Howard said all of a sudden, pointing to a girl about their age.
Randy glanced at her. "Yeah, kinda, in some weird way." The girl just stood in place, looking around. "Maybe we should ask her to sit with us." Randy opened his mouth to call her over, but then she walked over to another table that had just been emptied and sat down. Randy slumped down in his chair, disappointed.
"You were hoping to flirt with her, weren't you?"
"What?! I was not… ok, you got me, but only for a little bit."
"Still upset about Theresa?"
"Oh no, of course not. It was nothing special, we just had a few dates over the summer. It wasn't meant to be."
"Obviously. You're flirting… well, trying to, at least."
"Knock it off, Howard," Randy replied with a roll of his sapphire blue eyes.
"Alright, fine," Howard sighed in defeat, sitting back and crossing his arms. "Don't you have some overdue science homework to do?"
"Don't you?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm going to do it, while you, on the other hand, actually give a squirt about your grades."
"…Good point," Randy responded after a few seconds of silence that seemed to last forever, taking out the humongous stack of papers they called 'science homework', which, he had brought with him.
Howard's eyes went wide. "Whoa, Cunningham! That's one hell of an assignment!"
"This isn't just one assignment, Howard. This is the whole honkin' semester compressed down into a few tiny papers."
"That stack of papers you got there is neither tiny nor few."
"I know, but if I don't do something now I might fail the class, and we both know I can't let that happen."
"Alright Cunningham, have fun with your homework," Howard replied with more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Randy rolled his eyes and began the tedious, but necessary, overdue science homework.
…
"I'm failing HISTORY now?!" Randy shouted in disbelief during a conversation with his History teacher, Mr. Fowler, who, coincidentally, was his ex-girlfriend's dad.
"Look, Mr. Cunningham, your grade is doomed to go down the drain-"
"WHAT?!"
"-Unless you get an A on your Military History project, which, by the way, is due two weeks from now."
"The Military History what now?"
"Haven't you been paying attention in this class? I've mentioned it at least once a day for the past four weeks, you should know the instructions by heart now."
Randy gulped in fear. "Um… well, I-"
"That's what I thought," Mr. Fowler interrupted. "You've never been one to pay attention to the important things," he muttered just audibly enough for his student to hear.
"What did you say?" Randy managed to squeeze in right before the bell rang.
"Well, there's the bell. Off you go." And with that, the middle-aged teacher stood up and left, leaving Randy with many questions which he couldn't even begin to answer.
…
"Do you really think he's going to try to steal it?" the girl asked K.C. Cooper, the owner of K.C.'s Military Antiques Shop.
"I'm sorry Lea, but there's no doubt about it. He would, and will, do anything to get-" K.C. stopped when she heard the jingling marking the sound of an opened door. Both of them turned and looked at the two boys, a tall one with Tyrian purple hair and a fat ginger, both of which had just entered the store, and were gazing around with wide eyes.
"So… honkin'… BRUCE!" the purple-haired one exclaimed. "Look at all this ancient history! I'm gonna get an A on my project for sure!"
"Ooh… shiny!" the red-head exclaimed, reaching out a finger to stroke the gleaming object which lay before him.
"Don't touch that!" he heard all of a sudden, and his head turned to meet the gaze of a girl slightly shorter than Randy. "Who are they?" she asked K.C., who was making her way over to them.
"Customers. Nosy customers," K.C. answered, putting extra emphasis on the word nosy while looking at Howard. "Very nosy indeed."
"Hey, I don't even know you!"
"Yeah, who the juice are you? And why do you look like a raccoon?" Randy added.
"Patience. All of your questions will be answered later. Now, who are you?" K.C. replied.
"We asked you first…" Howard muttered.
"Randy Cunningham… that's Howard…" Randy answered tentatively, feeling somewhat suspicious. "Wait, are you K.C.? 'Cause that would make a lot of sense…"
"Yes, I am. That's Azalea. She's helping me while Sarah Jane's out for the week."
"Didn't I see you two at the mall yesterday?" Azalea asked Randy and Howard.
"Oh yeah…" Howard trailed off.
"Do you go to Norrisville?" Randy asked.
"No… why?"
"Really? You look familiar-"
"Who are you, Randy?" she interrupted him. He opened his mouth to respond, but then Azalea cut him off, "No, who are you really?"
"He's the ninja," K.C. responded.
Randy's eyes widened. "What- no, I'm not the- why would you even-"
"Back away slowly, Cunningham-" Howard muttered through clenched teeth.
"I know the swordsmith- you know, S. Ward Smith, who knows about you."
"Yeah, I know he knows about me," Randy replied, tired of keeping up the act. "How do you know him?"
"I used to be the ninja. Back in 2004."
"Wait, seriously? I thought all ninjas were mind wiped."
"So did I. But there are exceptions to the rule," K.C. said as she looked Randy straight in the eye.
"What do you- oh… you mean Mac Antfee…" Randy realized. "Wait, that means you're like him!"
"No, it doesn't."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Because we both want to stop Mac Antfee."
Randy was silent for a second before bursting into laughter. "Oh, you think- that's hilarious! You think Mac Antfee's still a problem- you hear that, Howard? She doesn't even know the Nomicon finally mind-wiped him! Isn't that hilarious?"
"Like I said, there are exceptions to the rule."
Randy ceased laughter and looked at the past ninja quizzically. "What do you mean by that?"
"Why don't you ask the Nomicon?"
The Nomicon glowed.
For anyone who wants to know about SariSpy56's OC K.C. Cooper:
deviantart: art/K-C-Cooper-Ninja-of-2004-2005-402929311
post/49024851250/the-ninja-of-2004-2005-karai-connor-cooper-or
tumblr ^^
Anyone who wants to know about my OC, I might? post a drawing of her… if I get the time :\
Merry belated Christmas! Hope you have a good New Years! (Come on, let's be honest. I'm not exactly the fastest writer in the world. There's no way I'll be posting another chapter this year). Honestly, I thought this chapter would be longer, but oh well. I've done worse.
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