A/N: Hey everyone! It's been awhile since I've posted. For those who have been waiting for me to update "Wind and Thunder", it should be soon. It would have been updated at least a month ago, but the notebook that I write all my fics in was lost. I seached but didn't find it, so I've been working on rewriting everything. Finally, chapter eight of W&T is almost ready to be posted. Until then, I deccided to post this as an apology for the wait. It's just a little one shot that I got the idea for at eleven pm. Anyway, I've rambled on for too long. Enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own power rangers.
"98..99..100. Ready or not, here I come!"
At first it was like watching little kids.
"Olly, olly, oxenfree!"
One would chase after the other. Getting close: a quick glance here, a flirtatious grin there.
"Tag, you're it!"
But it would never end up as anything.
A soon as one got close, they would switch. The chaser becoming the runner.
"1..2..3.."
And just like that the game would start again.
They might have been the two oldest rangers, but he thought that sometimes they had the perception of five year olds.
As they grew closer as a team, he continued to watch them.
"Face your partner."
They had changed.
They were no longer like children playing a schoolyard game.
"And step, two, three, four."
Instead it was like a choreographed dance.
Two people dancing in complement to each other, but always apart.
"Spin, two, three four"
Dancing closer and closer, yet never quite there.
"Back, two, three, four."
Always retreating before they reach each other.
"Grande plie."
He wondered if they were aware of it. Aware of the intricate ballet that they were performing.
He also wondered if the others noticed. If they had seen the lingering glances that would dart away as soon the other looked up, the small touches.
He was curious, but he wouldn't be the one to bring it up.
He would continue to watch.
"Bow to your opponent."
They had won. Evil was banished, and now they were all moving on with their lives.
Fall into your stance.
Still, he continues to watch them. He watches as they both go about their duties to their separate academies. They don't see each other as much but when they are together, he watches with a keen eye.
At first it seems that everything is the same.
But it's not.
A carefully measured punch.
The change is small, he almost misses it. But it's there.
Every time they were together, they were perfectly casual. Nothing out of place.
A perfectly timed block.
It was no longer like a dance. It was more like sparring.
But it wasn't a real fight.
Roundhouse kick to the chest
It couldn't be a real fight. The act was too perfect.
Dodge left.
He could see through it even if the others couldn't. He found it funny that it was the "slow one" that was the only one to notice.
Now circle your opponent.
The act was flawless. They were oh so casual whenever everyone was together.
One making snarky comments and the other parrying with their own verbal attack. Sharing looks and touches when they thought no one would notice.
Fake left and punch with the right.
He realizes it now.
They are no longer running from each other.
The dance was over.
Launch counter attack.
He smiled. They finally found each other.
"Time is up. End match."
He wouldn't be the one to reveal their secret. He would play along with their act as long as they wanted to keep it up.
It didn't matter as long as they were happy.
"Bow to your opponent."
Finally.
They were done running.
END
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