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This is a one-shot request book, so I think you get the gist of it and I can move on with the rules to this book.

1. I'll write anything except smut and heavy gore
2. I'll write any ship unless it's RandiCon and First Ninja x Randy, or any adult x kid ship since it makes me uncomfortable and is disgusting
3. I'll write any crossover between rc9gn as long as I know the other fandom so I can write it correctly
4. I'll write any character except OCs you've inserted into the canon universe

Those are the rules, easy and simple

If your request does not follow any of those conditions, consider your request unwritten.

Thank you for reading this

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Julian didn't know when it began, but he can assume when.

It all most likely started during their search for the golden doctor's note, Randall had lead both him and Howard to the old gym, which could have possibly been their first and last adventure together. If it weren't for Randall of course. He saved both him and Howard back then, he couldn't thank him properly since he freaked out, how impolite of him. Though after that he doesn't know what happened, because he blacked out for unknown reasons, and the moment he woke up his mouth felt like sandpaper, odd.

Later Randall had gave him the the last golden doctor's note as a thank you, wasn't he supposed to be the one to thank Randall after saving him? But eitherway he wasn't opposed to the gift and took it with gratitude.

Time after time the moments with him and Randall flew, and that odd feeling that buzzed him grew over said time. He can't be thankful enough that he had been given the chance to meet Randall that day, despite it being a near-death experience. Now it's his birthday apparently.

Fidgeting his fingers, he glanced both right and left trying to find Randall by any chance, it somewhat agitated him if he didn't come. He did give everyone the invitations, correct? Had Randall not received it, or did he not want to come, or or maybe he's busy? Surely that's excusable-

"Julian! Hey, happy birthday" Nevermind, there he is with Howard.

Julian could now only smile his previous worries away, since Randall now is here and is holding what he could only assume is a present, a lovely one at that

"Randall, it's such a pleasure to have you here" He bows with all due respect, if it weren't for Randall maybe he'd be sulking in a corner during his own birthday party.

"The pleasure is mine as well..?" Not a thought behind his eyes, it's silly to think he doesn't understand certain things he says when they converse. Though he takes all the pleasure in teaching him a wide range of words, basic but cute.

Interrupting them, Howard had walked away from the distance yelling something along the words "I'm gonna get the food, don't do anything wonk while I'm away"

Well that's one way to get rid of the third-wheel, he assumed. The plan he'd thought in mind to get Howard out of his way, was a bit ludicrous so he appreciates th leave.

Eyes now latched onto his present held in Randall's hands, he took a closer look of it with curiosity, his eyed glimmering with excitement.

"So what might you have here?" he looks up to see Randall's face

Randall seemed, surprised by the question? though smirked giddily in the end before saying "A present for you, it's not that special so you could maybe open it now?" Julian wanted to oppose what he said, but curiosity might have taken over him, so he reaches for the ribbon only to be stopped by Randall "It's not wrapped by the ribbon, just lift the thing".

Doing so he opens with one hand, the other immediately reaching inside the moment he opened it.

He expected something similar to a book with spells, what he hadn't expect was for the content of the box to pull his hand.

Lifting his head up, he was caught by a pair of lips locked with his, Randall's to be precise.

Not even a second after, Randall had pulled away looking quire flustered "I didn't actually bring you a gift, so I thought maybe..." he scratched the back of his head with his hand that stuck through the box from before.

"It's fine, I enjoyed it"

Surprised, Randall looks at him confused.

"So...uh Friday at 6?"

"Sounds delightful"

"I'll take that as a yes"

"I left you for three minutes, and you kissed Julian"

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It started off fine

Cunningham had came to him and asked for help with his injuries, it was just a few bruises and cuts, not too big of a deal and said injuries healed fast with his art of heal. So he wasn't worried too much to say.

Maybe a bit worried, but he manages not to let it show infront of his biffer, he doesn't want him to take it the wrong way.

But then it gradually became worse

It was the middle of the night, three A.M. to be precise, he couldn't sleep because his gut told him that something bad's about to happen. Turns out his gut was right.

Cunningham knocking on his window, with what his tired eyes could only assume a slashed wound that went from his shoulder to his arm it was quite long, blood was practically gushing out of the wound. The only thing that kept him from panicking and yelling 'WHAT THE JUICE CUNNINGHAM?! IT'S THREE A.M. AND YOU ALMOST GOT KILLED' was the fact that he hadn't slept and that would've woken everyone else up, but even despite being tired he'd pulled off taking care of Cunningham's wound without making anything worse, the arm was later bandaged and they both went to sleep in his bed.

To say his sister found out about both of them in bed together wasn't a pleasant surprise, though she did promise to keep quiet about it from mom & dad since he said he'd help her with her MeCast, their banter about this thankfully gave enough time for Cunningham to sneak out back to his home before his mom finds out.

After that incident the visits with apparent big wounds that looked like they were carved into his skin, became a frequent thing, can't say he doesn't like the visits and company but he can say he clearly hates the reason behind it.

Cunningham even got stabbed in the gut once, STABBED IN THE HONKIN GUT. He'd shook the that stupid old crusty musty dusty old book, yelling curses that put sailors to shame, serves that damn thing right.

"It's The Ninja's job Howard"

The Ninja's job his honkin' ass, if that were the case then he'd make sure he wouldn't touch that goddamn mask again, burn it if he could.

But seeing him so happy when he's bragging about how bruce it is being The Ninja, or just talking anything related to ninja business with that much joy, it makes him feel the same way as well. And it hurts to think how much of it would be gone, if the duty were to be taken away from his grasp, heh duty.

He endured all of it, all of that. Seeing Cunningham hurt made him want to go smack that stupid old book, 800 ninja wisdom but can't even see the fact that it's putting so much pressure on a ninth grader, to the point said ninth grader is overly paranoid plus battered and bruised. And he's the C student here.

Now looking up to see the back of his biffer, riddled with scars, bruises, cuts, burns, and the same stab mark from months ago, It felt as if the hurt Cunningham suffered from, hurts him as well maybe worse. Though he never spoke of it as same as Cunningham never spoke about the secret he'd kept from him during Catfish's return, he wasn't stupid enough to see the lie through it back then. Cunningham despised Heidi, and couldn't even think of the idea dating her, it was an obvious lie.

Cunningham had turned his head to see him, face showing what could be read as nervousness and worry "Hey Howard, you okay there buddy?" his hand reached out to him in response.

Putting on a scowl on his face, he could only sigh as his hand kept on with wrapping the wounds, but he eventually does look back at Cunningham.

"I just" he hesitates, not knowing what to say.

"Hate seeing you hurt"

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Satoru [1] knew he probably shouldn't have gone to school that morning, he'd woken up feeling feverish and dizzy but regardless tries to ignore it stubbornly then go to school while coming up with a shnasty ass cold, he hadn't expected him out of all his brothers to be the reluctant one when in a state of illness yet he shouldn't be surprised in all honesty.

Though now he's clearly isn't at school and is feeling more unwell than the time he'd waken up this morning, Satoru's currently resting in his bed on the bottom bunk of his set of own brothers but both Satoshi's and Satori's [2] presence was absent so instead he had Randy, an underclassman [3] of his. He's made himself comfortable on the side of his bed, humming some sort of tune as his legs swung back and forth to the rhythm of it, wait-

-HOW THE ABSOLUTE HONKIN' FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?!" Satorus shoots up and slam both of his hands onto the mattress, Randy doesn't have the key to his damn house plus his brothers are supposed to be out during this time of the day-..what time is it now actually? No, that doesn't matter right now, ugh. Randy on the other hand who had flinched from the sudden outburst of his seems to have gained his composure and turns to him, "Well..." he coughs lightly before locking his gaze with him "..you sorta fainted at school? You probably don't remember me dragging you out of that shnasty robo-ape attack and yeeting you inside your own home through the window since...I don't know? You're a bit wonked up with that cold of yours 'Toru" the younger teen finally ends with a nervous grin on his face.

Satoru could only blink, his expression becoming from confused to unamused with Randy's explanation, Randy's explanation weren't necessarily the best in certain situations but that would explain- wait he what him through his window? Satoru now had slowly turned his stare at Randy once more, desperately hoping what he's thinking now didn't happen, "Randy, be honest with me. Did you fucking break my window?" and he could already see the grin on Randy's face starting to falter.

"Uh..." he'd went silent but pointed towards the window in his room, clearly shattered with what he could assume to be from on his ninja weapons [4].

"Randall Cunningham, what the fuck did I say about breaking into my house"

"Not to..a-and use the door like a normal person?"

"Then do so you fucking dumbass!"

"I'm sorry!!"

Randy bows down on the carpeted floor oh his room, though he'd like to smack that idiot in the face he can't because somehow ; one, he's too tired and sick to do so. two, he doesn't exactly have anyone else to rely too right now. three, he's not calling Naomi [5] or Nomi [6] because those two jackasses would do nothing to help, especially Naomi. So he only sighs, and lie down onto his own bed accepting his unfortunate fate..that is probably Satoshi's fault, that sicko brother of his pushed him into their koi pond, this has gotta be his fault somehow. Out of the blue, he then feels something had been caught in his throat and the temperature around him to rise..or was it his temperature? he doesn't know but he's definitely feeling like shit right now, and wondering whether it's the weather or his cold that's making him feel burned physically and mentally isn't gonna help crap.

Randy seemed to have caught on this since he'd left to scurry off and came back with a bowl filled with water and what could be a towel drenched with it, the younger teen approaches him before gently placing the soaked towel on his forehead "Here 'Toru, you need anything else?" he ask hesitantly which Satoru responds curtly with "No, I don't need anything so fuck off, go take care of your own brother" in other words 'Stay, I need help but I don't want to say that, that shit is too embarrassing like how people say made-up lingo instead of actually swearing, just help me right now I can't do anything for shit'. And so Randy somehow understood despite having knowing him for what, 4 months? He smiles at him and nods "Okay!"

"I said fuck off and leave dipshit"

'I'm sick, medicine would help. Can you fetch me some?'

"Mmhm, what kind?"

"Fuck.off."

'Anything really, just fetch me some"

"Oh alright"

"Fucking, finally"

'You're more helpful than my shit ass brothers. No I won't actually say that Ran-sack'

"I'll be back 'Toru"

"Take your time, forever if you could"

'Hurry up, I think I'm dying from whatever this is'

"You're not dying"

"I didn't fucking say anything"

'I am, shut up. Get a casket while you're at it"

"If you say so"

And with that Randy had left him to be alone in his own room, leaving only a ghost of his presence that Satoru could still feel..creepy.

He hefts another sigh before tossing and turning to find the right position to sleep, if he's going to die he's gonna be sleeping when doing so and it better not be painful, he says internally to his self before shutting his close ready to enter the world of dreams.

It's just that he couldn't for some reason.

He's tired, that's for sure and he doesn't want to even think about waking up anytime soon yet he's unable to just drift off into slumber, it's starting to get irritating. He tries to turn and face the opposite way, thinking with this position he'll feel more comfortable and will doze off, yet again it unfortunately doesn't seem to work as he'd thought it would. He kept on tossing and turning from right to left, even occasionally having to test if he's able to sleep with his head buried into the mattress, but all the attempts only went to waste as he hadn't yet gotten a wink of sleep from them. Finally done with the bullshit, he grabs his pillow and bury his head into it whilst screaming curses mixed with some of all that weird lingo he'd gotten used to hearing so much.

"I'm back- you..you ok there buddy?"

Satoru stops screaming, and raises his head from the pillow before turning his head to face Randy with a blank stare, he doesn't move then.

"Yo-you seem to be a bit wonked up still..just wondering if you need something else, I could"

"Shut the fuck up"

'Give me the medicine Ran-sack. NOW'

"Well you could've just said no"

"I did"

'I did'

"You really didn't, but here!" He plops down onto the side of his bed, holding pills and a glass of water.

Satoru blinks twice this time, he let's a out a smile reluctantly before sitting up as well, "Thanks Randy"

"Anytime"

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They didn't know when nor did they know why

All they knew was they both felt something for each other

Something that was definitely not pure platonic friendship

No, it was a complete one hundred eighty of that

Because they loved each other

Randy before being the constipated wonk teen he is, had accidentally confessed on the behalf of himself and Julian a few weeks before they're promoted to tenth grade sophomores, which now lead to their healthy yet still adjusting relationship. Regardless the fact they're both supportive for each other, certain things about them sometimes just don't click, they've come to acknowledge that and accept it, because in the end of the day they still love each other deeply.

Yes they've trusted each other enough but not entirely since, well some secrets are still kept hidden, none of the mind since you don't always need to share personal stuff with your significant others, like how their relationship is a secret. They knew most of their friends wouldn't be judgemental, majority of NHS is just a bunch of queer teens who are unsupervised, it's just they don't feel comfortable of being affectionate in public yet, though they're both sure eventually they would.

Class promotion day came, and they both decided to have a little celebration in private, sure it didn't go well because it's Norrisville! Like the sorcereress pretending to be one of the school staff and locking them in the school was honestly to be expected, just slightly surprising. Now they're both in tenth grade, the fact they both managed to get promoted is a miracle, Randy always skipped classes to go the bathroom since he has some sort of liver problem (that's what Julian was told), and Julian's stunts or rather Evil Julian's stunts that were pulled during his absence sent him on almost a full month discourse.

But that miracle was just misfortune in disguise.

With being in tenth grade now, they were both separated on almost every occasion, having different classes for each subject except Math is probably some form of torture. They're not exactly the couple to do public displays of affection, hell they're still in a secret relationship, but even in secret they both are exactly the most lovey dovey couple, rather they prefer just to be near each other and hang out like what any normal people would do. So go to figure with them both being apart for such a long time putted some sort of strain for the both of them, it also affected their so called secret relationship, with so little time to spend in each other's presence they barely out effort to lock the empty classroom doors they're holding hands in, and there was even that one time they almost kissed in public.

Eventually someone did saw them.

It was the first person Randy would want but the last person Julian would.

Howard Weinerman

To elaborate and give more context, Randy had insisted on them to hang out in the science lab, since it's been vacant for the day and Mrs. Driscoll was sick, so they could just use it for their own.

Or more correct, they could supposedly use it for their own.

Since Howard had barged into the lab, which only now reminded something in Randy's memory, Howard kept most of his stash of snacks in the science lab, this habit developed early in tenth grade.

Now Howard is standing infront of the both of them, Randy who had his arms wrapped tightly around Julian and vise versa, face inches away since they were about to have their third kiss in their relationship, again said previously they aren't exactly the most lovey dovey couple. Though for Howard that was enough to set off something in him, so he spoke interrupting Randy's attempt to explain the whole ordeal of this situation

"I know you're probably mad but Julia-"

"NO NO NO! CUNNINGHAM JUST SHUT IT, IF YOU KNOW I WAS GONNA BE MAD THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE AND SMOOCH JULIAN!!"

Julian of course had felt more then slightly offended, but Randy was just confused

The tyrian haired teen expected his best-friend's outburst, though he hadn't expected him to be

"Jealous"

Just from the tone that Howard had spoke, he recognized it wasn't anger but pure jealousy, there was not a single trace that he had buried hatred for Randy's choices, rather the ginger was envious. And the way he said it felt like he was jealous of being replaced, replaced by Julian who is definitely not his best-friend (after all he's his best-boyfriend), so Randy momentarily froze since he'd felt similarly once before.

Reckon the fact that time was technically his fault in the first place, but regardless

"Howard you don't need to be jealous"

"OF COURSE I NEED TO BE, YOU'RE REPLACING YOUR BIFFER WITH- WITH JULIAN?!"

"I'm not replacing you with anyone Howie"

That somehow calmed him down for a few seconds

"I call bullshit"

"P. Slimz would out you in detention for that"

"I know, detention island is still something I don't want to relive Cunningham"

"Neither do I,-" and Randy would've stopped there if it wasn't for the elephant in the room, "-but can you please respect my decision Howard?" he kneels down to the ginger's eye level

"As long as you're not replacing"

"Never will be buddy"

"Promise?"

"Promise"

"I'm still here"