Jayden's Secret 1

Author Note: Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, *30 years later* hello, hello, hello, and...hi. :) Pooffoop1here with another fantastic story. Well, hopefully a fantastic story. This is my first time writing a Power Ranger: Samurai. So, we all know how Jayden has a secret right? So, I am probably WAY off, but this is my guess. And if you others post stories about his secret, I hope this is different! Enjoy!

"Hiya!" Mike cried out as he lunged.

"Huh!" Emily grunted as she deflected his training blade.

The team was at the Dojo, (Is that what it is?), and training. Emily and Mike were training together and so were Mia and Kevin. Emily swung at his side and got a hit. Mike groaned and clutched his side.

"Mike! I am so sorry!" Emily said, kneeling beside him.

"I'm okay," Mike managed, "but I'm done training."

He got to his feet and went inside.

"I'm so clumsy," Emily sighed, putting her face in her hands.

"Hey," Jayden, who had just been watching, said, "don't beat yourself up over it. Every samurai must fall if they will conquer."

"Um, okay," Emily said, confused.

"I mean, Mike will come back. Everybody falls at one point. But everybody, if they are strong, will get back up. And samurai are always strong," Jayden defined.

"Oh," Emily nodded, "I get it."

"Whoa!" Kevin said as Mia struck him in the gut.

"Oops," Mia said, covering her mouth.

"I'm okay," Kevin assured, getting up, "let's go again."

"See?" Jayden said to Emily.

"You're really smart, Jayden," Emily said, hopping up beside him on the stone fence.

"You're not bad yourself," Jayden replied, staring out on the horizon.

Suddenly, a crash sounded from inside.

"Emily!" Mike's voice called out, "help me!"

"Got to go," Emily said, jumping down and heading for the door.

"Emily?"

"Yeah, Jay?"

"Meet me later on outside,"

"Why?"

"You'll see."

Emily nodded before going inside. Jayden sighed and put his chin on his folded hands, resting his elbows on his legs. His secret was really big, but something was going to happen soon. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he could conquer whatever it was alone. The last thing he wanted was too put the team in danger. He needed to have somebody to keep them at bay.

"Hey, Jayden!" Mia called out, "want to train?"

"Sure," he shrugged, joining her.

That night, Jayden took in a deep breath. He wasn't sure he could bring himself to tell her, but he had to try. He grabbed the pictures and note, put them in an envelope, and stuck it in his pocket. He then crept outside to the garden. The form of Emily leaned against the gate.

"Follow me," Jayden whispered to her. The two crept out of the garden and headed for the city.

After quite a time, they were past the city and out in the middle of nowhere.

"Why are we here?" Emily asked Jayden.

Jayden faced her and looked her straight in they eye as he said, "What I am about to tell you is a BIG secret. You must swear to never, ever tell anybody."

Swallowing, Emily said, "I...I swear."

"Alright," he said, pulling out the envelope. He opened it and pulled out an old picture.

It was obviously Jayden in the picture. Same blonde hair and intense brown eyes. He was younger, maybe seven. He wore tattered blue jeans splattered with mud and dirt with a dirty red shirt torn in serval places. His tennis shoes and face matched. He was grinning a big happy grin with a couple of missing teeth.

Beside him was another boy who looked about a year older than Jayden. He had curly brown hair that had bangs in his dark blue eyes. He wore a matching outfit, only his t-shirt was yellow. They wore the same grin and had their arms around each other's shoulders like they were best friends. The sunset on the background matched the happy picture of these two best friends.

"Who is that?" Emily asked, pointing to yellow shirt.

"Wesley," Jayden replied quickly.

"Who was Wesley?"

"My former best friend."

"What happened?"

Jayden took a deep breath and said, "Emily, things change. They always do and they always will. My parents were very busy and evil was always haunting me. So they wrapped me up in a red blanket when I was three years old, put a note inside the folds, and set me on Mentor Samuraizer's doorstep of The Dojo.

When Mentor S saw me and read the note, he took me inside. I was raised by him as a protection to me and my family. I didn't really have any friends. Except for one, that is. That was Wesley. He was a really fun and wacky kid. However, a Samuraizer from who know where fell into his possession. He found it as a game, but he was hurting many and destroying much, considering he was only seven.

Mentor S took him in as well. I was six at the time. Wesley was like a brother to me, Emily. We did everything together. If we weren't eating, training, or sleeping, we were hanging out and getting dirty. That time we came back from our who-can-get-dirtiest contest, I thought Mentor S was going to die."

Jayden gave Emily another picture. The two were about ten, caked from head to toe with thick mud, dirt, grime, bugs, and who knows what else. They might have been smiling, but it was hard to tell through the muck. You could barley see their eyes. Emily laughed at this as Jayden smiled weakly.

"But then the time came for the new generation of the Power Ranger team. I was twelve and he was thirteen. We were so excited to take the test. We endured long, hard hours of battling and pain. It was to see who would be the leader. After two weeks of waiting, Master S announced that I would lead the team as the red ranger. He said Wesley would be the second in command, kind of like my sidekick.

Wesley was outraged. He insisted it wasn't fair because I had basically been his son. Mentor S tried to explain that I was the leader because that type of power was destined for me because of my family background. But he wouldn't listen. He called me a teacher's pet and a selfish wimp. He even yelled at me because I was younger and I would goof up.

That night Wesley threw down his Samuraizer and stormed off. He never came back. So I trained alone for many months. But I got a letter about a year after from him. It said he was a loner and that our friendship was over. He said we would be enemies that would fight one day for the leader position. I still have nightmares about it. He said we would grow and mature and that we would rightfully know when we meet. I haven't seen him yet. But I sense it is coming.

This battle will be between we two. You and the others must stay here and wait. Train and brace yourselves. Whoever comes back will be your leader. The one that does not come back had died. But trust my judgment on this. I will try to keep him alive. But if I can't...he's just another villain out to kill."

Emily wiped a tear from her eye as she said, "Wow, Jayden. I'm really sorry."

"It happened," Jayden muttered, "so there's no changing history. But I'm trusting you to keep Wesley a secret. Make up an excuse when I leave. And if Wesley wins, tell them only then. If they are mad at you, I'm sorry. But if I can't trust you, Emily, I can't trust anybody."

"I understand," Emily said, "so I should probably tell you my secret."

Author Note: Oh...what could her secret be?