I'll always protect you.


Trent was walking as fast as he can to get to his locker, to put his things away and go home, he had long day. He has to go to school, he has to go to work, and he has to fight monsters 24/7, it was pretty tiring. Just as he got his backpack out of his locker, he bumped into something, who ended up dropping all of their books, he looked up to see a familiar face that always brought a smile to his own.

"Hey Kira! Sorry, let me help." He said to her happily, glad to see her, he wanted to talk to her about her behavior today. She had been wearing her long-sleeves lower than usual, almost covering her hands, and had been avoiding the other rangers, including him, all day, "It's alright Trent, thanks." She said casually, but he knew something was wrong; she wasn't looking at him in the eye. "Kira, is something wrong?" Kira looked a little panicked for a moment, but then quickly hid it. "Everything's fine, it's just… uh." She was avoiding eye contact as she tried to come up with an excuse.

Then something caught Trent's eye, a bruise the size of a full grown man's hand was on her wrist. It was red, indicating it was fresh, he gently grabbed her hand to inspect it. Kira's eyes widened in fear, slightly.

"Who did that?" Trent asked calmly, but really, his blood was ritually boiling! Kira quickly got her hand out of his grip, "Nothing!" she replied hastily, "I just had an accident." "Kira." Trent told her gently, tears were beginning to come into her eyes, "I'm fine! I'm..." she didn't finish because she trailed off sobbing. She tried to muffle her sobs, but it did no good.


Trent took Kira to the lake so they could talk in private, Trent was relieved that no-one, especially the other Rangers, didn't see them. He didn't think Kira wanted all of them worrying about her.

"Now, Kira, please tell me what's wrong." Trent was close to begging when they sat down on the bench. Kira sighed. She knew there was no point in hiding it now. Besides, she knew she could trust him, he was her friend, and he would never do anything to hurt her. He told her himself.

"It was my dad," Trent's eyes widened slightly, "He has been like this since my mom died six years ago. He's always drinking and blaming me for her death, even going as far as beating." Trent's blood was starting to boil again, but he tried to keep his face composed, as to not scare her.

"Last night he came home, drunk and in a rage, he screamed at me that the car crash was all my fault," tears were starting to get to her eyes again. "He started punching me in the stomach, then threw me against the wall, and left the room. I thought he was done torturing me, b-but," she words started to tremble a bit as she tried to keep her composure.

Trent must have seen her difficultly because he took her hand, squeezing it gently, Kira was thankful for the comfort and continued. "Then he came back, holding one of his belts, and he started to..." Kira couldn't hold it in anymore and started to cry once more. Trent wrapped his arms around her, and she berried her face into his shoulder, her tears soaking his shirt, secretly enjoying the comfort he was giving her.

"I'm scared Trent... mostly for you..." Trent pulled her away slightly to look at her in confusing, "For me? Why?" Kira just look at him a while longer before lowering her face, no-longer having the strength to go on. She was surprised when Trent tilted her face back to where she looked at him, with a gentle finger under her chin. "Tell me. Please." He plead.

She sighed, "I scared what he'll do to you. He has his ways of finding out secrets, he'll find out that you know, a-and I don't want anything to happen to-" "Hey." Trent laughed gently, causing her to look at him in confusing, "Nothing is going to happen, to you or me. Okay?" she looked at him with teary eyes, "How can you promise that?"

Trent thought about it for a moment, but just shook his head, "We'll worry about that later. Right now, we need to figure out where your staying tonight." Kira was again confused. "What?" "I'm not letting you go back to that, that psycho until we figure something out!" she smiled at him, he really was a great guy!

The White Ranger to seemed to think about it for a moment before he said, "I don't think my dad would mind if you stayed at my place for a while." to say that the Kira surprised was an understatement!

"Trent why are you doing this for me?" Trent blushed faintly at one thought that went through his head, and he wanted to say it out loud but he didn't. "Because," he responded instead, "I would do anything and everything to help and protect you." Trent said, meaning every word.

Kira smiled for the first time that morning.


Mercer Household.

It was nearly dark now. Trent and Kira sneaked into her house, to grab some minor things without her father knowing, then they made their way to Trent's place, Trent opened the door and went inside with Kira close behind her.

Trent peeked around the corner to see his father on his desk, going through some papers. He looked up when he noticed him, "It's late, Trent!" he exclaimed, nearly angrily, "Where have you been, I was wonder..." He trailed off when he noticed Kira coming from behind the White Ranger, "Dad, is it alright if Kira stays here for a few days?"

Anton looked her and noticed the bruise on her wrist, he sighed and nodded, "Of course, there's a spare room down the hall." Kira smiled slightly, "Thank you, Dr. Mercer." she mumbled, as Trent took her hand and lead her to her temporary room.

After Kira got settled in she decided to get into bed early. Without even bothering to get into her pajamas, she got into bed and Trent sat beside her, "You'll be safe here," he said, as he hugged her close, "I promise." she got in properly, and he placed the covers over her. She smiled before drifting off to sleep, Trent stared at her for a moment, a gentle smile on his face. He hadn't felt this light since he was under the gem's spell.

But he quickly shook himself, he shouldn't be thinking like that. She probably didn't like her back anyway!

He turned the light off, looking at her one last time before walking out the door.

He walked out back to the living room, where his father was, "Trent, what's going on?" Trent took a deep breath and answered his father's question, "Kira's just... having a bit of family trouble and just need's some..." he trailed off when he saw his father's disapproving face. He knew he was lying, Trent sighed, "Okay, fine. Kira's father flew off the handle a bit last night-" "Apparently he flew so far, a bruise landed on her wrist." Anton deadpanned, "I'm not a fool, Trent! I know the signs of abuse when I see it!"

Trent just looked at the floor, feeling ashamed, "Maybe I can help." Trent looked back up, at his father in shock, "What!" Trent exclaimed quietly, making sure not to wake up Kira, "You want to help?" he was not saying that his father was as heartless as his counterpart, Mesogog. He was just saying that Anton wasn't the kind of person to help out in these kind of situation, "Trent, if there is one thing that I can't stand it is child abuse. Kira has a lot of potential in her life, and besides, I know how you feel about her."

Trent tried to fight it off, but he was sure he was as red as Conner's suit. Anton chuckled, "Was it that obvious?" "Painfully obvious." his father stated, "I'll get the police onto it tomorrow, until then get some sleep you've had a long day."


Trent didn't know why he was all of the sudden in Mesogog's lair, he was sure that he was at home, in bed, with Kira in the next room. Then he heard soft groaning. He turned around and had to fight with all his willpower not the yell out.

In front of him was Kira! But not his Kira, not the spunky, free-spirited, fun-loving, Kira. This Kira was all battered and bruised and covered in blood. She was on her side, curled up, on the floor, holding a bleeding wound, she had a cut across her cheek and her leg was in an awkward angle.

"Kira!" Trent fell next to her, lifting her gently into his arms, trying his best not to break down, "Stay with me Kira," he said to her as he placed his hand on her bleeding wound to try and keep pressure on there, "Your gonna be fine, just stay with me." he really wished what he said was true, but these wound were terrible, she won't make it.

She was slipping away, "No! Kira look at me!" he pulled her head towards him so she would look at him, her eyes were starting to get glassy. Seeing this, his own eyes started to tear up, "No, Kira! You can't leave me!" she smiled painfully, before lifting her hand to touch his cheek, he took it with own, bloody one, not wanting to let her go.

She muttered three words.

"I love you."

Her eyes closed, her breathing stopped. She was gone.

Trent's tears came down harder and harder, "KIRA!"


"Kira!" Trent let out a yell as he propelled himself out of the bed. He was breathing heavily, sweat was sticking his hair to his forehead. He was thankful that it was just a dream, but maybe he should check on Kira, just to make...

No, that would be a bad idea. What if she caught him in there? What would she think? What would he say? Probably something stupid.

He sighed and laid down, tried to think of something happy, funny and full of life.

But he could only hear her screams of fear and terror. He could see her blood coating the floor. He could feel her pale, almost-cold-to-the-touch hand reach out to him, begging for his help.


I hope I didn't scare anybody at the description of that dream, I hope this story was a good one so far, I'll see you in the next chapter!

B-bye!