Hi All you lovely people.
I really would like to contribute to this fandom as well. These drabbles will mostly contain angst, a bit of humor and almost anything besides romance (because I suck at writing romance).
Keep in mind, my native tongue isn't english. So please tell me if you find any grammar errors! Thank you!

Short preview: Randy get's stabbed and looses consciousness in the middle of a fight. But his body moves of its own. Also the Ninja Nomicon glows? Howards POV mostly, yepp

Enjoy!

Randy felt a sharp pain in his back, not knowing what it caused he turned around to see nothing but the lawn of the school ground.

The battle went on like this for a while. The robot he was fighting wasn't visible to him and he had no way to ask the nomicon about it without leaving the group students unprotected which had been nosy enough to run outside to see the ninja fighting.
Randy's head spun of exhaustment since thirty minutes now and he really needed a break. The robot - or whatever it really was - didn't stop attacking him every time he didn't move. All he could rely on was his hearing, but the cheering of the students overlayed every noise his enemy made.

Howard had realized, but not even his ability to distract through random talk had helped. Lost and helpless he looked over to his best friend and made a thumbs down gesture, telling Randy that he couldn't do anything to help.

Randy just nodded but did regret it in the same moment. For some reason his head felt really heavy and his eyelids wouldn't stay open. The last thing he saw was Howard staring in shock down to the grass below the ninja. Then he lost consciousness.

Blood. So much Blood. Howard wasn't even sure a human could bleed this much. Freaking out he ran towards his best friend but got stopped by some guy in the crowd. "No, let me-"

Howards eyes went wide in awe when the ninja suit started to glow red. He knew that glow! It was the same red the suit would adapt when Randy was using his fire attack. It kinda switched colors. Also the ninjas eyes would go all black and red. Which was the cheese of course but this time it was different.

Howard watched as Randy straightened himself and stared to his right. There was nothing but the ninja still lowered his eyelids to a more angry expression.

Students around Howard gasped and began to murmur. Nobody understood what was happening to their hero.

Howard's attention, however, went to Randy's backpack which he was still holding in his arms, to protect, while the ninja fought his battle. The Ninja Nomicon glowed red and dangerous and Howard would've dropped the bag if he hadn't promised to watch over it.
His eyes darted back to his best friend and he watched in shock how knifes came out of the seemingly nowhere.

"Ninja! Watch out!" The ninja didn't even react when Howard tried to warn him. Not until the knives were directly in front of him he whipped them easily away with his scarf. He did not cry out a move, though, making Howard even more suspicious of the whole situation.
"What the juice...?" His best friends strange movement really got on Howards nerves. If that guy would come back out of that battle in one peace he would make sure it wouldn't stay that way for too long.

In a split second the ninja moved forward, so fast Howard couldn't even follow him with his eyes. The boy on the battlefield jumped up, moved around in the air like a bird and threw some weapons Howard couldn't see because of their speed. The movement of his friend was so different, though. So much more controlled and quick than usual. He was even standing different. Normally Randy would have a fighting pose, much like the people in the fighting games they used to play, now he had a straight pose, almost proud standing position with his hands behind his back.

Only now Howard noticed the giant bird-like robot on the ground laying several feet away from the ninja. It was completely shut down. But the crowd did not cheer.
They stared worried and confused at the person in the suit. Blood was still dripping, but the ninja didn't seem to care.
Howard finally looked back at Randy to see why the students were so shocked.

Then he saw the now visible knife. Stuck in his friends back. All the blood came from there and it didn't seem to stop.

"N-ninja... are you alright?" One of the band geeks stepped out of the crowd. It was Bucky. Of course, Howard sighed inwardly, if only the stupid guy which still pinned him on the spot would back off.

The ninja slowly turned his head in Bucky's direction. For a few seconds he looked him briefly in the eyes, but dismissed him quickly to search for another person in the crowd. It looked like he didn't exactly knew who to look for.

Finally Howard got himself free and ran over to his best buddy. He stopped a few feet in front of him and stared at the ninja with a questioning expression. Howard was beyond scared but had the feeling he needed to be ready to do anything his friend wanted him to do. A knife in the back wasn't exactly something he saw everyday.

Randy stepped forward and shared eye contact with the smaller boy. When he seemed satisfied he simply picked Howard up and ran from the crowd, jumped up and with some quick moves he landed smoothly on the roof of the school building.

Howard didn't even dare to object. When Randy let him down he felt his body shaking. Fearful he looked to his friend and waited for his next move.

Randy leaned forward to him and moved his lips to Howards ears. "Bring his body somewhere safe... and tell him I am sorry I failed him."

Howards eyes widened once again when the suit changed into its normal colors. "Wha-" Then he felt the body of his best friend fell limply in his arms. "C-cunningham?" Careful he laid Randy on the ground and removed the mask.
Howard bit his bottom lip and watched his friend breath in softly. At least he was still alive.
Now all he needed to do was to bring him into an hospital or something. And as soon as Randy would wake he would need to tell him the message.

Knowingly he glanced to Randy's backpack. The books glow had stopped. "Don't worry... I got it." He whispered in the books direction and started to pick his friend up the best he could.