Have I Ever Told You I Love You?

A Numbuh 3/4 Story

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Codename: Kids Next Door

Kuki's POV

"Get away from him!!!" I screamed, running through the open doorway. Wally's dad looked up from his son's, now unconscious, body. He laughed a horrible, evil laugh as he threw his son down.

"Wellifit-isn't-KukiSanban." he said, walking toward me. "Whatawonderfulsupr-ise."

"Why are you doing this, Mr. Beetles!?" I screamed, backing away.

"Doingwhat,mydea-r? I'monlyteaching—Wally—somemannersintrusting--ghisoldman." he said, slurring and coughing with every word. I looked over at Wally, who was laying in a pool of his own blood by now.

Got to distract him.. I thought. "No you aren't! You-!!!" I yelled, but before I could finish my sentence Mr. Beetles swung his hand down to smack me. I ducked just in time, and his hand collided with the lamp behind me. I ran to Wally as I heard shattering glass and cursing. I knew I only had so much time..

"Wally?" I said, kneeling beside him. I didn't want to touch him, afraid that I may cause more harm than good. "Oh god, I have to get you out of here." I muttered to myself.

"Yourgoingto-payforthat." Mr Beetles yelled, clutching his bleeding hand. I had no other option, I realized. I picked Wally up bridal style and ran. I ran as fast as I could, afraid that his father might be running after me. Thankfully, he wasn't.

I slowed my pace to a walk and looked at Wally. I felt a tear mark its way down my cheek as I realized how bad he was. I made up my mind to take him to the hospital myself, considering I didn't have a phone to call anyone with.

The walk was only a little ways, but I was out of breath once I made it. Wally was getting heavier and heavier, so when the nurses took him from me I was relieved.

He's going to be ok, Kuki. I told myself, sitting in a chair in the waiting room.

He's going to be ok.


"Excuse me, Kuki Sanban?" A nurse said, touching my shoulder. I looked up at her with tears on my face. "He isn't awake yet, but you can go see him."

"Oh.. thank you." I whispered, getting up. "Is he going to be ok?"

She smiled, opening the door to his room. "He's going to make a full recovery. You saved his life. You should be proud." I smiled at the news, taking a seat in the chair next to Wally's bed. The nurse closed the door leaving me alone with Wally's pale form.

"Wally?" I whispered, taking his soft hand. "It's me. It's Kuki. I don't know if you can hear me but I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. I.. I love..." I stopped myself, realizing that if he could actually hear me that saying those three words wouldn't be the best idea. I sighed, tears falling down my face. "Your my best friend, Wally. I need you to wake up. I need you to be ok." I sniffled and laid my head on his chest. I heard the soft beating of his heart. The precious beating that was keeping him alive. "You're going to make it, Wally." I whispered between sobs. "You're going to be ok. And when you wake up I swear I will take you away from all of this. I swear you will never have to go back to that family ever again."

I knew in my heart that the promises I made were out of grief and desperation, but I didn't care. I'd do whatever I had to in order to make sure he never had to go back. I laid on him and whispered how sorry I was until I felt him stir under me.

I then heard a faint whisper come from his mouth. "Kuki.." I immediately sat up.

"Wally?" I inquired, looking at his pale face. A small smile made its way onto his lips, then a look of confusion when he realized where he was.

"Kuki.. did you bring me here?" he asked, his voice cracking and weak. I sighed.

"I didn't know what else to do, Wally. You where hurt. So, so bad. The hospital was my only choice." I explained, knowing he wasn't going to be happy.

"But how? How did you get me here?" he whispered.

I looked into his eyes, determined to try and make him understand. "He was killing you, Wally. There was so much blood, oh god so much blood. He just kept hitting and hitting you, screaming at you even after you were knocked out cold. I.. I couldn't just sit there and listen to it. I couldn't stand by while you where beaten to death."

"Wait.." he whispered, cutting me off. "You where there? The whole time?"

"Yes.." I sighed, knowing that the time of confession was upon me. :I followed you. And that isn't the first time.." I paused, shaking my head. I've followed you before. A week ago, for example. You went for a walk in the rain. I followed you. I picked your lock when you were screaming in your sleep. You were screaming my name, Wally. And.."

He sat in silence as I spilled out all the times I had followed and eavesdropped on him. Tears were in my eyes by the time I finished.

"You knew?" he whispered.

"I nodded, the tears threatening to overflow. "I didn't know what to do."

"So, instead of being rational and letting me handle it, you followed me, barged into my house, and took me to the hospital!?" he said, anger and malice dripping from every word. Before I could respond he cut me off. "I could handle it, Numbuh 3! I had it under control! Do you know how much danger you put yourself in!?"

"Shut up." I said, looking at him with fire in my eyes. "Just shut up, Wallabee Beatles. We both know you didn't have it under control. Maybe you could just swallow your pride for a few seconds and thank me. Because I could've very well gotten hurt saving your butt back there! And don't you dare tell me I shouldn't have put myself in danger, because that's what friends do for each other!" I sighed, standing up. "Well, the doctor says you'll be out in a week or so, considering you have a few broken ribs. Call if you need anything.."

I gathered my things, wanting to get out as soon as possible. When I was halfway out the door, Wally sat up.

"Wait!" he said, causing me to freeze in the doorway. "Thank you for looking after me and saving my life. It, erm, really means a lot. Could you please stay? I need someone to talk to."

I turned, smiling. "Sure." and I did. I stayed in the room with Wally as long as visiting hours would allow. We didn't say anything about what had happened, but I was sure he would bring it up again later. And if he didn't, I would. For the time being we just lived in our own little delusional world that every kid should get the chance to enjoy. The nurse came in about 4 hours later and told me I had to leave. I looked into Wally's eyes and saw so much loneliness and pain that I wanted to cry.

"Wait, Kuki?" he said.

"Yea, Wally?"

"Could you, erm, sing me a song before you leave? You have a very pretty, uh, voice.." he said, awkwardly.

I smiled. "Of course!" I said, sitting on the edge of his bed. I sang one of my favorites by AnnaSophia Robb. When I was finished I looked and saw Wally's eyes closed. I giggled a bit. "See ya tomorrow, Wally." I whispered, looking at his sleeping form. Then I sighed, and did something I had been wanting to do for so long. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. As I left the hospital I couldn't shaking the tingly feeling in my stomach and the blush on my cheeks. I couldn't wait to tell the gang.

A/N I'm sick :( But that's good news for you all, because I'm going to write more! I've got a nice ending planned out in my head, so this story will be wrapping up quite soon. The next chapter will be quite eventful and (hopefully) long. :) The gang is going to go see Wally, and there shall be an appearance by his (not so) loving dad. Oh and defiantly more romance between the lovely (almost) couple :)