Mr. A's Epic Adventure

Mr. A's Epic Adventure

"What would happen if numbers 8 and 9 got drunk and showed up at your house?"
He thought it was just an innocent meme, but when he heard a knock at the door, Mr. Artist thought for a moment that maybe memes did come true. He shook his head and decided that it was probably just Kabuto coming to bless him out for his latest paparazzi artist escapade.
He opened the door slowly and caught the sight of messy red hair and the gleam off of square-rimmed glasses; he started to get a bad feeling, not just any bad feeling, a gut feeling; and those are seldom wrong.
"Hey gu-" he started to say, but was cut off by Desmond and Faegan hugging him tightly.
"I love you, man!" Desmond sobbed.
"I'm very sad!" Faegan managed to say between hiccups.
Mr. Artist sighed softly, they knew he was their artist, but he never expected anything like this to happen, "Guys, it's okay," he said, trying to comfort them; in the background, a happy whut skipped by, and then vanished into a room with a drawing of a horse on the door. Above the horse in messy child's script was "Charlie's Lair."
Desmond hiccupped, "Fae-kun's got a new mission, that you'll luuuuuv," he slurred, grinning.
Faegan nodded, "It has to do with that ninja you like so much," he grumbled angrily. He'd waited awhile to tell Desmond about the mission. He was hoping that they'd run late on it and he could eat that pesky Kabuto; then Mr. Artist would draw him more!
Mr. Artist raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" he asked.
Desmond pointed outside to his car, "Take the wheel and we'll explain every- hic- thing on the way there," he giggled.
"O…kay…" Mr. Artist finally said; he figured that he could get some…interesting…comics or pictures out of this, and he could also keep his OC's out of trouble. Hopefully.
He converted Jeeves into his humanoid form and telling him to keep close watch over Charlie, grabbed his coat, and followed the drunken pair out to Desmond's car; hoping that this wouldn't be his last adventure.

"The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round!" Desmond was singing for what seemed the fortieth time.
Mr. Artist sighed loudly, "The mission? You were going to explain it?" he asked again, exasperated; he was nearing the end of his patience.
Desmond giggled, "Oh yeah! Well, apparently, Kabu-kun's got an evil, uh, thing!" he finished; his mind was so booze-befuddled that every word was an effort.
Faegan nodded, "He and that creepy guy-"
"Faaaaaae! Shhhh! Don't talk bad about Michael Jackshon like that!" Desmond said, upset and slurring.
"What is he royalty?" Faegan asked with a giggly grin.
"Yesh! He's the King of Pop!!!" Desmond scolded.
"The mission!" Mr. Artist loudly reminded.
"Kabuto and Michael Jackson have found a new jitsu-"
"Jutsu, Fae," Des corrected, then he leaned out of his window to puke.
"Jutsu, then! Or something, they found a scroll at any rate, and I've got to eat it," Faegan said with a huge grin. "It better be a big scroll too; I'm starving…" he admitted.
Desmond giggled with a groan, "Aren't you always?" he asked, leaning back and closing his eyes.
"Why did you two want me to come?" Mr. Artist asked, deciding to not correct the Michael Jackson thing.
Faegan's brown eyes welled up with tears, "We miss you!" he cried, bursting into wracking sobs.
Mr. Artist started to feel a little bad, "Aww, guys; come on, it can't be that bad…" he said gently.
"You're our artist! We luuuuv you!!" Desmond declared, starting to cry too.
Mr. Artist sighed; it was going to be a long night.
"Oooh! Stop the car!" Desmond moaned, sounding nauseated.
"A very long night," thought the artist.

At last, the artist and his two drunken characters pulled up to the edges of the Sound-nin base that Orochimaru, Kabuto, and a certain emo were inhabiting that week.
"Okay, guys; I'm about to do my super-paparazzi-artist-break-in- jutsu! Are you ready?" Mr. Artist asked softly.
Faegan and Desmond nodded with assorted moans and groans.
"Okay! Here we go," Mr. Artist whispered, drawing a sketch of themselves appearing in an empty corridor inside of the base. After the last line was drawn, they vanished and entered into the scene that the Sama pf Art had just created.
"I'm tired of this whole Michael Jackson propaganda that's going on! I do not resemble him in any way!" Orochimaru could be heard ranting.
Kabuto's sigh followed, "I keep telling Sasuke the same thing, but you know how he doesn't listen…" he said in his calm, yet sarcastic, tone.
"Sasuke is the one spreading this around?!" Orochimaru shouted, it roared throughout the hall.
"I believe so," Kabuto coolly replied.
Mr. Artist grinned; he sensed Sasuke bashing was to come.
Desmond winced, "My head," he grumbled; he had a headache from all of the vomiting on the ride.
"Shh, you'll get us caught," Mr. Artist warned.
"Sasuke! Get in here!" Orochimaru shouted.
Kabuto left the office with a grin on his face; he frowned and looked up and down the empty hall, something felt wrong…
Mr. Artist was covering Desmond's question-filled mouth; he'd grabbed his characters and ducked into an open restroom, He didn't want to run into Kabuto just yet.
Once Kabuto's footsteps could no longer be heard, he took his hand off of Desmond's mouth; he leaned over the sink for a few minutes, the boozy smell Des' breath carried was stifling.
"Maybe he is an alcoholic," he mumbled.
Desmond sniffled, "That's what Alex says!" he slurred.
Alexander popped up, "@#$% right!" she declared.
Mr. Artist felt one of his eyes twitch at the appearance of yet another drunk to watch over. Fabulous.

Mr. Artist was ready to pull his hair out; the foursome were sneaking towards Orochimaru's now empty office; the pale man had chased after Sasuke a few minutes ago, but Desmond and Alexander were making the sneaking part very complicated.
"You're so mean, Alex!" Desmond was sobbing.
"The %#$* I am!" Alexander said angrily; luckily, she was quieter than Desmond.
Mr. A had convinced her to shrink in size, and now she was waving at Des threateningly from the artist's pocket.
Faegan hadn't made a sound since they'd left their hiding spot; he was plotting Kabuto's downfall.
"Shh, you two!" Mr. Artist told the pixie ninja and the geek in an urgent whisper.
Desmond went quiet with a soft sniffle and Alexander glared up at the artist.
"If it wasn't for the fact that you draw me rarely enough as it is; I'd teach you a lesson, boy." she threatened in a cold whisper.
"I'm sure," Mr. Artist said, inwardly rolling his eyes.
"Why you-"
"Mr. Artist? Can't you just use your super-paparazzi-whatever to get us to Michael Jackson's office?" Faegan asked, interrupting Alexander.
Mr. Artist shook his head, "I wish, but his office has a barrier around it," he explained, once again letting the Michael Jackson thing slide.
Faegan adjusted his glasses, "Oh, okay…" he glumly said; he was really hungry now.
"But it doesn't matter anyway, Fae; we're here." Mr. Artist said, letting them in.
Faegan grinned, "Finally," he said with a dark chuckle, starting to search the room.
Mr. Artist started to shut the door, just as Faegan wrapped his hand around the scroll; the door made a soft thump, and Mr. A looked up, his heart had gone cold with dread…
"Hey…Kabuto, what's up?" he said, trying to sound casual.
Kabuto adjusted his glasses, and a menacing gleam bounced off of them, "I could say the same to you," he coldly replied.
Faegan shoved Mr. Artist out of the way, "You!" he said angrily.
Kabuto sighed, "And you brought your…apparently drunken…original characters," he said, narrowing his eyes at Mr. Artist. Orochimaru was so not going to be happy about this.
Faegan ground his teeth angrily, "I'm going to finish you and then he'll have to draw Des and me more!" he declared.
Alexander flew in front of Faegan's face, "Oh no, you don't! It isn't your birthday and he isn't attacking us, old man! So no self-defense card for you!" she said, shaking a fist.
Faegan flicked her away and lunged for Kabuto.
Kabuto rolled his eyes and dodged the attack, Faegan flew out the door, and hit the wall with a soft thud; passing out due to all the alcohol he had consumed, "Pathetic." he said, then Desmond started freaking out.
"You better not have killed him!" he said, running past Kabuto to check on Faegan.
"He just passed out…" Kabuto sighed; drunks were so dumb, even Orochimaru was when he got wasted. "So, are you going to explain what you're here for, or can I just beat you up, and throw you out?" he asked Mr. Artist.
Alexander had shaken off her dizziness, grown back to full size, and grabbed the scroll, "For this!" she cried in victory and flew past him laughing.
Kabuto pulled out a kunai, "The scroll is useless to all of you." he said simply.
"What's in it?" Mr. Artist asked.
A door opened and slammed into Alexander, throwing her to the ground on top of Desmond, who passed out, causing the pixie ninja to go light's out as well, "It's a barrier jutsu that destroys the pencils of intruders." Orochimaru answered, stepping out of the door.
Kabuto nodded, "Meaning that once it's up, all your pencils will be destroyed." he chuckled.
Orochimaru nodded with a grin, taking the scroll from Alexander, "Which means no more embarrassing sketches of us, because drawing pencils are expensive from what I hear," he cackled.
Mr. Artist glared, "I can't believe you guys would be that cruel, I'm giving you publicity, you know," he scolded.
"At the cost of our dignity," Kabuto replied. "Don't you think the other ninja are going to notice that some artist can just waltz into our base?" he added.
Orochimaru nodded, "Sasori's called quite a few times to mock me," he said darkly.
One of the Sannin's snakes slithered past Faegan's nose and he started to wake up; it wasn't an ordinary snake…
"So, your sneaking in scot-free is at an end," Kabuto said with a grin.
Mr. Artist was about to lunge for the scroll, when Faegan grabbed it, and rolled to the ground, already devouring it.
"Nobody breaks Artist-sama's pencils!" he declared, eating the last bite. "Especially not Kabuto and Michael Jackson! I don't care if you are the King of Pop!" he added, and then he stuck out his tongue.
Orochimaru stared at him; he was at a total loss for words.
Kabuto's mouth was hanging open, waiting for a sarcastic comment that wouldn't come.
Mr. Artist drew the last part of a picture, "Way to go, Fae, now let's get you guys home." he said, smiling. As he and his characters vanished, he smirked at the two dumbfounded Sound Ninja, "Until next time, guys." he triumphantly declared.

After safely getting Faegan, Desmond, and Alexander back to their apartment; Mr. Artist went home to return to the sketchbook and he never quite trusted memes again.

And at the Sound Base…
"Sasuke?! Why is there a bottle of smelling salts missing from the medicine cabinet?!" Kabuto shouted.
"That's your problem! Darn if I know!" the Uchiha yelled back. He grinned and went back to listening to Hawthorne Heights; he had rubbed the smelling salts all over the snake and set it loose towards Faegan. He enjoyed letting Mr. Artist torment Kabuto and their mentor.