Disclaimer: I do not own Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja or its characters.

Author Note: Greetings, everyone! This is my second RC: 9GN fanfiction, so please regard me kindly and I hope you will enjoy it! Before we start, I would like to give my thanks and appreciation to Sorenalice, my beta for this story. Thank you Sorenalice!

For now, this is going to be a three-shot fanfic that would serve as a Pilot chapter. Hopefully if it's well received, I would like to turn it into a multi-chapter story one day. Also this story is set immediately after the episode Raiders of the Last Nomicon.

I also have another RC:9GN fanfic called Ninja Monogatari which is an AU about Randy being the Ninja for the past 800 years. So if your interested please check that out as well, cause I would really appreciate it.

Anyway, hope you enjoy! And please don't forget to review because I would like to know what you guys think!

EDIT: This use to be a one-shot fanfic but I thought I should change the format and turn in into a three-shot instead.

Taisetsu na Kiyoku

By

Mayonaka no Sasayaki

It should be a crime on how stressful a day could be, and this was one of them. After running around the whole school like a headless -shivers- chicken, meeting up with one person after another while trying to get back the Ninja Nomicon was a workload. If that wasn't enough, he honestly felt like his life was reduced to half when he had to get the ancient book back from the Sorcerer himself of all people! A testament that a combination of his carelessness and bad luck can really turn a supposedly normal day for Randy Cunningham into a very stressful one instead.

"Ugh, what a day!" said Randy with a groan before plopping down on his bed. Turning his head slightly to the side, Randy spotted the book that he almost lost today laying securely beside him. Lifting his hand to lay it gently on the book's spine, the dark haired teen silently contemplated of all that's happen.

"Sorry for what happened today Nomicon," whispered Randy. However, before the teen could pull back his hand, Randy felt a low thrum from the book. Feeling his lips pulled into a frown, the teen propped himself slightly with his elbow to look curiously down at the book. Getting a similar reaction from the Nomicon was nothing new to him but the feeling that he got from it just now however was not normal. If anything; the feeling was strange, a bad kind of strange. In fact, it almost felt...

Corrupted.

Narrowing his eyes as he sat up from his bed, he brushed his hand against the book again to see its reaction. Not a heartbeat later that same prickling needle like feeling met his fingertips. Feeling a sense of wrongness settling in his stomach, the teen then tried to open the covers of the book only to feel a surge shocking his system.

Yelping at the sensation, Randy pressed himself against the wall as he quickly pulled his hand back before cradling it securely to his chest. Throwing an incredulous look at the now glowing Nomicon, Randy felt the knot in his stomach tighten in worry that soon turn into an outright panic when he realized that the Nomicon was actually glowing green.

"Oh no..."

Scrambling away from the wall, Randy tried to pry open the book. However, that was easier said than done since the green stank that was slowing consuming the Nomicon suddenly burst out into a powerful surge that threw him hard off his bed and down to floor with a loud thunk.

"Ow! What the juice?!"

Rubbing against the sore spot on his back from his unexpected flight, Randy felt his heart beat increase as he fearfully looked on what he could only describe as some form of book version seizure fit taking hold of the ancient book. Getting shakily back on his feet because zang it that throw really hurt, Randy made a mad dash to his hoodie that he discarded earlier to get his mask only to duck his head to avoid being hit by one of the many tendrils of green stank that were aiming at him. Positioning himself into a crouch, the teen then quickly leap to and fro in his room to avoid the onslaught of the increasingly violent stank, before taking cover behind the armrest of his couch. A small part in the back of his mind however couldn't help but do a small jig at the fact that he just perform all of those jumps, flips and leaps without his ninja mask. Which, by the way was so honkin bruce!

Pushing his glee aside, the teen peeked out of his hiding place to look at the whirlwind carnage that was happening inside his bedroom. And in the middle of it all was the Ninja Nomicon, suspended midair with the green stank surrounding it which was alarmingly bleeding into that red stank he saw earlier at Mcfist's office. Biting his bottom lip anxiously as his mind ran a mile a minute to figure out a way to get to his mask without getting thrown across the room, Randy felt his already frayed nerves almost stretch thin when he heard his mother's voice shouting outside of his room.

"Randy! What's going on? Are you alright?!"

'Wonk, she's home early! Why today of all days!' thought Randy as he frantically tried to think of a reply to his clearly worried mother. Clearing his throat a bit, Randy did his best to make sure his voice was even and light hearted as he could.

"U-uh, just playing a new bruce game on the console Mom! The sound effects are pretty realistic huh? L-let me just turn it down a bit okay?" said Randy before flinching and cursing softly when his table lamp shattered right across from where he hid, something he hope his mother didn't hear within the screech of the turbulent winds.

Unfortunately for him; she did, because the next thing he knew was his mother bursting into his room, still in her scrubs from work, her blue eyes that he inherited wide with shock and her long wheat blonde hair whipping around her face from the winds that was rapidly picking up speed.

'Yup, this day just got better and better,' pushing himself deeper into his hiding spot so as to avoid another wayward object that seem hell bent on injuring his person, the teen raised his voice that hopefully was loud enough to reach his still shock mother.

"Mom, take cover!"

Shaking herself out off her daze, his mother did just that as she ran to hide herself near his desk. Pressing herself as closely as she could into her hiding spot, Gwendolyn Cunningham shouted back at her still hidden son.

"Randy! What in the world is going on?!" panic and worry colored the blonde woman's voice as she watch the carnage unfolding in her only son's bedroom.

"I'll explain later Mom!" Randy replied before another crash resounded in his already trashed room. He really need to get his mask before things can get anymore out of hand but the question is, how?

Dark blue eyes peeked out of his hiding spot in hopes to find an opening of some sort, before settling on his mother's huddled form. Who was fortunately or unfortunately -depends on how things are- the closest to his hoodie and more importantly his mask.

Great.

Glancing around his room, Randy groaned when he realize that he could barely see his room anymore because of the rapid winds. A part of him wondered why in the world the neighbors hadn't call the police yet from all the noise that was happening but he push that thought aside in favor of thinking to find some other way to get to his mask without having his mother getting it for him although at this rate he might not have a choice with how the winds and stank were getting even stronger.

Wait, the winds...!

The winds were spiraling counter clock wise, so if he could use that but no- the winds hadn't become that strong yet to carry him even if he is light enough to try, the momentum would be something he wouldn't be able to control. So if he can't get to his mask maybe he could get the mask to him using the direction of the winds instead!

His time and options limited, Randy shouted over the screeching winds all the while praying his plan would work and that when everything was over he wouldn't get grounded for life for this.

"Mom, I need you to take something out of my hoodie pocket!"

"What? Sweetie I don't think now is-"

"Mom! Just please...!"

Shaking her head at her son's strange behavior, the blonde nonetheless did as she was asked. Reaching inside the hoodie's pocket, Gwendolyn felt her fingers grasp some form of thick durable cloth before pulling it out to reveal a black and red mask that looked awfully familiar.

Realization struck as her mind fully comprehend why it look so familiar. Because how can she not? You'd have to be daft not to recognize one of Norrisville's greatest symbols.

"R-randy, this is...how?"

"Mom, I promise I'll explain everything later. I know I'm asking a lot right now but I need you to please trust me!"

Glancing fearfully at the indoor storm raging inside the bedroom, Gwendolyn swallowed thickly before she nodded resolutely to herself.

"Alright, what do you need me to do?"

"I need you to let go of the mask and right into the wind!"

Biting her bottom lip anxiously at such a risk, the blonde haired woman tried desperately to calm her erratic heartbeat.

"Just be careful honey!"

"I will, Mom!" came the immediate reply.

With that said, the dark haired teen then got into position so that he could literally grab his only chance he's got before it gets blown away from him.

"Here it comes, honey!"

Letting out her breath Gwendolyn released the legendary mask from her hand and into the general direction of her son praying that whatever he was planning would work and that he would be safe.

Seeing the mask flying rapidly towards him, Randy pounced out of his hiding place and into the windy chaos with his arm stretched out in front of him before closing his fingers around the comforting feel of the familiar cloth. With his body now airborne within the raging winds and stank, Randy swiftly pulled the mask over his head. Feeling the suit wrapped around him, he then quickly maneuvered himself towards the heart of the chaos.

Taking out a long piece of ninja chain, Randy threw one end of it to wrap securely around the Ninja Nomicon before he pulled himself towards the ancient book. As the teen finally got close enough to the Nomicon, Randy reached out his hand to wrestle open the raging book. Doing his best to ignore the repulsive red stank and the sting of biting winds surrounding them, Randy used every ounce of strength within him and the suit to pry open the book.

"Come on, Nomicon! I'm doing my best to help here!"

His arms aching from the effort, Randy felt a knot of dread tightening in his stomach when he felt how weak the Nomicon was quickly becoming.

'The emblem...' said a decidedly female voice as it echoed weakly in his mind, startling him briefly from his desperate struggle.

'W-what?' the teen hesitantly thought back all the while wondering if the stank got bad enough to cause some form of hallucination to his brain.

' ...The green ninja emblem...on the cover...place your hands over it...and c-concentrate...'

'Who are you? And how do I know that I can trust you?' he had caused enough trouble today, he's not gonna let his carelessness make things even worse.

'...The tiger who refuses...to get his paws wet catches no fish...or have you already forgotten...?'

Randy blinked at the odd reply before his eyes widen comically at the implication.

'Nomicon?!'

Staring disbelievingly at the book, the teen wondered if he'd gone insane from all the stress that happened today. But still, what the juice?! Did the Ninja Nomicon just talked to him? While his mind raced at the implication, it wasn't until a heartbeat later that his question was answered when the female voice weakly replied.

'...Yes. Quickly before-' said the Nomicon before it faded completely from his mind.

'Nomicon…? Nomicon!'

Cursing softly, Randy felt panic seized his heart at the silence. Refusing to waste anymore time, the teen ninja quickly did as he was told. Putting his hand over the green emblem, Randy felt a pulse before the lines at the back of his hands on his suit glowed a bright vivid red. With a burst of power surging from both his hand and the Nomicon, the covers of the book finally pried itself open leaving only Randy time to let out a quick yelp before he felt the familiar sensation of his mind being shwoop into the Nomicon.