The Boys With Numbers As Names (Nine x OC)

The Numbers

The world was nothing important to me. Just somewhere billions of people lived. I lived with a mother who was barely at home, too busy with her job. I had no friends, I was too smart for any of them.

I'm no normal teenager. I'm special, as my mom put it. The way I put it was different. And not in a good way. The world has always been against me because of this, but I guess eventually it was my turn to turn against it.

I bumped into someone, too lost in thought to notice what was actually going on in the world around me. It was a tall and thin boy, he had black hair and glasses.

"Sorry," I mumble, looking away when I got a glance of his face.

"Five?" He asked in a whisper.

I look at him confused, my eyebrows scrunched together. "Are you rating my appearance or something?"

"No, I-I, never mind"

He kept walking but I turned around and spoke, "my name's Jun by the way, not five"

I am Jun. I have purple eyes and brown hair. I never knew my father, and I had a sister I haven't seen since I was four, so I practically never knew her. There was a lot I didn't know about myself but I knew everything else that there was to know.

I entered the studio, being met with the cool air conditioned air. Some kids were already practicing, showing just how much they didn't know. I taught them, they were my students, but I wasn't just a ballet instructor. I performed in many ballets, since I was young, and was now on route to performing for bigger companies, I just needed to ace the audition.

"Again"

I did pirouette after pirouette. To me they were all fine, nothing wrong with them. But every time I finished a set the instructor would only yell at me.

"Again!"

"This is the fifth time I've done these pirouettes, can't you fix something else?" I ask.

"I will fix the rest of what you're doing later. Right now we're working on perfecting your pirouettes. Because if you want the spot you have to be-"

"Perfect as a princess who has performed plenty of places," I say sarcastically.

"Don't sass me!" She shouts.

"Fine, I won't. I'll just make things easier for the both of us and leave"

I grabbed my bag, not bothering to change out of my ballet outfit, and rush out the door with my instructor screaming at me the entire time.

"You can't do this! You were my most promising pupil! You were born to be great!"

"I was born because my mother didn't want to have an abortion!" I scream back. "I have no promise in this type of life! This stupid world is holding me back, I'm done with that"

I opened the door and almost ran into a boy with brown hair and a carefree smile. As soon as he saw me the smile grew and he grabbed my hand, pulling me away.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

"We want to have a talk with you"

"Who's we?" I ask curiously.

"Me and Nine"

"Nine?"

"Yeah, the guy you ran into earlier. I'm Twelve!"

"Twelve..."

"Yup. Now hop on"

He got on a motorbike and waited for me to sit down behind him. I remained standing, wrapping the strap of my bag around my body.

"What do you want with me?"

"We want to talk with you. Don't worry, we aren't going to kill you"

"But there's other things you could do"

"It's your choice. Do you trust me?"

"I don't trust you, but I'm curious"

I sat behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and he drove off. We raced through the streets towards a building, most likely where he lived. It was a small apartment building but they lived on the top section of it with a roof and a billboard on top.

"Nine, we've got a visitor," Twelve called into the house when he opened the door.

I wandered in, closing the door behind me, while he went to look for Nine. I sat on a green couch as I waited, starting to wish I changed out of my black bodysuit, pink skirt and pink tights. There was a bunch of wires and phones and more things like that on a table in front of the window. Nine and Twelve came in and stood across from the table in front of the couch I sat on.

"So you two just ran into me and decided you wanted to talk?" I ask.

"It was my idea," Twelve said, sitting on a separate seat. "I heard what you said. The world is stupid"

"I hate the world, it hasn't done anything for me. So what?"

They share a glance and Nine speaks up. "Do you have any special skills?"

"What is this? A job interview?"

"What's 20 times 9800 subtract 50," Twelve asks suddenly.

"195950," I answer easily, crossing my arms.

"What only lives where there is light?"

"A shadow"

"Interesting," Nine mumbled.

I looked at the both of them, recognizing their names and faces from somewhere. I knew I read somewhere about something, and these two were involved.

"Actually, what I find interesting is that you two are still alive," I say standing up.

"What do you mean?" Twelve asks.

"The Athena plan, a goal of educating gifted children. They took in 26 children, all who passed a specific test, and did research on them. They used a certain drug that only worked on kids under five years of age. Most of the kids died because of this drug, unable to withstand it. There was a fire and only one child escaped, supposedly. That child was my sister, I don't know what happened to her and it doesn't matter. But you two, you escaped during the fire, but weren't found, were announced dead"

They both had wide eyes, staring at me in shock. "How did you know?" Twelve asks breathlessly.

"If I wasn't born 9 months later than her then I would've been brought in for testing as well. My mother kept me hidden, she knew I was like my sister and didn't want me to end up the same way as her. I did my research and pieced everything together. It was a simple puzzle"

"Your sister is-"

"That Five you spoke of earlier," I say to Nine. "She was my sister"