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Speak Truth

"Hello… NINJA!"

An icy chill washed over the purple haired boy as his eyes shot open in shock. He slowly turned his head to the source of the voice.

With an evil grin painted across his face, stood his archenemy, the cyborg, Hannibal McFist. The music went quiet and all eyes turned on him, he felt his heart sink but he couldn't crack under the pressure, he needed to focus otherwise his secret identity would be revealed.

"W-what?" stuttered the teen, "Me, the ninja? Good one Mr. McFist," replied the teen.

Realizing by now that their moment had been interrupted, Theresa opened her eyes as well. She was rather surprised to see the town's gazillionaire industrialist talking to her date and even more surprisingly accusing him of being the ninja. She had seen the man many times before from afar. He had always struck her as a good Samaritan, but now, up close, she had to admit the look in his eyes and the way he spoke scared her and she involuntarily tightened her hold on her dance partner.

"You can drop the act, boy, I know you're the ninja," he stated slightly agitated by the denial. "Did you really think I organized a school dance out of the goodness of my heart? No, it was a cleverly devised plan to finally unmask you… and to present you with a gift from McFist industries," he quickly added to preserve his good image, "and now everybody knows that Randy Cunningham IS the ninja of Norrisville High," he concluded with an evil laugh.

He heard whispers from his peers around him. He gulped before responding, "I can't be the ninja, just look at me, I have no sports skills, I barely pass my classes and I don't have anywhere near the popularity the ninja has," he defended himself.

Mc Fist could clearly see how nervous he was, "Well, then I guess you couldn't stop, oh I don't know, a robot trying to crash this party," he said with poor acting skills then moved to the side to unblock the teen's view of the entrance. Hydraulics could be heard coming ever closer. The robot that entered looked like a teenage girl about his height dressed in a blood stained prom dress and had "QA-22-33" written on her right arm.

The robot's hands opened up exposing two magnets. It used those to levitate a few chairs into the air and throw them around. Everyone except Randy and Theresa started panicking and running for their lives. McFist meanwhile pulled a camera from his pocket and began filming the boy. "Go on, transform into the ninja, people are in danger you need to save them," the cyborg taunted.

"Seriously, what the juice, I'm not the-"

"Please," his date pleaded, "Somebody needs to step in and help everyone."

McFist's grin grew wider, "Qarree, the boy needs some encouraging."

The robot turned and spotted the purple haired teen needing only a second to match his face with the one uploaded into it. It raised its magnets and launched a sound speaker at the pair. Seeing the massive piece of sound equipment flying towards the two made both of them close their eyes in fear.

A slight breeze followed by the sound of splitting wood caught their attention. Somebody had saved them and to everyone's surprise, it was the ninja.

Theresa's jaw dropped, "This can't be," she muttered. She first made sure she was still holding onto Randy before observing the Japanese warrior. The physique was right, the posture too, he was the real deal, unlike that short, fat ninja impostor when that scorpion robot attacked.

"We need to go," said the purple haired boy, shaking the baton twirler out of her state of shock. "Come on," he removed her arms and then led her outside along with the other students.

"The ninja?! But how?" asked the confused industrialist.

The ninja wielding his katana, was focused on the robot, which was alternating focus between the fleeing boy and the ninja facing it.

"Error!" it said with sparks flying from its head.

"Don't just stand there, attack the ninja!" McFist ordered, the robot continued looking between the two targets prompting its boss to face slap, "The one with the sword, obviously!"

With its new target clear, Qarree levitated the remaining sound speakers and launched them at its opponent, who just cut them up.

Require denser material, it concluded and began tearing down the support beams to the roof. The screeching of bending metal filled the air.

"I told you we were going to be late"

"Big deal, it's not like we missed anything"

"It's a social event but I guess food is just more important to you," complained Debbie as she entered with her date but to their surprise the only people there were McFist, the ninja and a robot.

"Huh… I guess we are late… well, looks like the ninja's got this, wanna grab some tacos?" Howard asked only to receive a glare in response before they both turned around and left.

The support beams proved no challenge for the warrior who just sliced them in pieces.

Changing tactics… Disarm opponent, the robot focused its magnets on the ninja.

The warrior could feel the force on his sword and knew trying to hold onto it was a losing battle so he quickly came up with a plan. The magnetic force was growing constantly so with all his strength he pulled back then hurled the weapon at his opponent using the electric force as a slingshot. Qarree couldn't respond fast enough and had its head sliced in half by the weapon.

"Next time ninja!" threatened the gazillionaire shaking his robotic fist in the air as his nemesis disappeared in a puff of smoke. After coughing due to the vile stench he stroked his chin thinking about the battle, "That's strange, why was he so quiet today…?"

Seeing as the night was ruined, most of the students decided to leave. Randy called a cab but decided he couldn't end the night just yet. So instead he had the driver drop them off at the Norrisville park. Theresa was still in deep thought, Randy noticed. So deep she didn't even realize he hadn't taken her home.

"You seem off, is everything okay?" he asked.

"Huh?" she looked up and at her surroundings, "Where are we?"

"The park," he shrugged, "I feel like it was somehow my fault the dance got interrupted so I wanted to make it up to you. How does a walk under the stars sound?" he asked and offered his arm.

For the first time since the dance she smiled and grabbed on. They walked mostly in silence but it wasn't awkward in any way. No, it just felt like no words needed to be spoken. But there were still some things on the girl's mind she couldn't keep from her date. Things she had to lay out in the open. There was a bench coming up and seeing as they were the only people in the entire park right now, she felt it was the right time and place to talk.

"Wait," she tugged slightly on his arm, prompting him to stop and turn towards her.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"I… there's something you need to know," she began and sat down on the bench. She took a slouched position resting her elbows on her knees.

Randy took a seat next to her, "What is it?"

Theresa sighed and began, "It, I mean, I was just curious, you know… I didn't think it was going to be easy but once I started I couldn't stop. It was like a riddle or a game but…"

"What are talking about?" he asked confused.

There was a silence while she gathered the courage to say it, "…I thought you were the ninja." She felt her eyes tearing up as her mind wandered back to last Friday.

He gave a nervous chuckle, "Well, you're not the first person that's thought so, today. I wonder what people see in me that makes them think ninja." He looked at her face and saw the sadness that was building up so he slowly wrapped an arm around her for comfort. It made him wonder, though… "Did… did you only ask me to the dance because you thought I was the ninja?"

She immediately gasped and snapped upright, "What? No, never, I started liking you way back because you were really nice to me and I've seen how brave you are and I always thought you were kinda cute and-," she stopped when she realized what she had just admitted. She immediately looked away as she felt a warm sensation rise in her cheeks.

Randy's hand found the back of hers and gave it a light squeeze, "You know… for some time now, I've kinda had a crush on you as well," he admitted.

Hearing the confession she turned her head towards him.

The moment wasn't as perfect as back at the dance. The music was provided by the numerous crickets fiddling in the dark, the lighting by the stars and moon and the decorations by the nature surrounding them… but it was enough for these two. But thankfully, there wasn't anyone to interrupt them this time. Randy leaned in and pressed his lips against Theresa's. She wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss. The clumsy make out session lasted for a good minute and left the two panting when they pulled apart.

"You're a great kisser," she admitted.

He chuckled, "Boy, if I knew just telling you the truth about how I feel was this easy, I would've-," he remembered last week's nomicon lesson. It's easier to tell the truth… of course, it wasn't meant for Howard, it was meant for me. I'm such a shoob- Wait, is the nomicon telling me I should… His hand wandered into his pocket where he felt the silk like fabric.

"Theresa," he began, "there's one more thing I have to tell you."

She was listening carefully to his words.

"You… weren't wrong," he said and pulled the black piece of fabric from his pocket. She observed it carefully and once she realized what it was she gasped and looked him in the eyes. He gave her a shy smile, "You're a great detective."

"So you really are…?"

"Yup"

"B-but, at the dance you were with me when the ninja appeared."

"Yeah, about that, there's this magical tome of ninja knowledge that taught me how to use my shadow to create a solid doppelganger of myself. I call it the Ninja Double Trouble. I learned it so I could keep my secret identity secret… you know, the whole protect your loved ones."

She blushed at that remark.

"I mean, you know how it is. You're really important to me Theresa and I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you. I have a lot of responsibilities as the ninja so I might not be able to be there for you at all times but I WILL try."

She smiled, "Don't worry, I understand… so, can you give me a lift home," she asked with slyly.

"You bet I can," he replied and put on his mask. "You know the drill, hold on tight," he told her. She wrapped her arm around his neck while he wrapped one around her waist, "Next stop, Fowler residence."

I stole a page out of "Naruto" with the Shadow Clone and one from Stephen King's "Carrie" for the robot. This chapter concludes my story, I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for all your reviews.

Centipede out!