Humans had always disgusted his he might have been created from the inner soul of one but he had been put to sleep thousands of years ago and so he did not think that was particularly important, and as a warrior oriented org-a damn strong one at that-he had always found the way they bickered among themselves and starts wars which depleted their numbers a very entertaining and fun thing to watch progress with the advancement in weaponry and fighting skills that the humans always seemed to be adapting and changing every few decades, although he still was more inclined to his own weapons which took more than simple training to use effectively.
Over the years he had travelled the lands he had seen many things ranging from the beautiful wilderness and savannahs of the lands the people called 'Africa' and the formation of great and ancient cities like the one called 'Rome'. Some days he felt the loss of his human counter-part more than he was willing to admit: Merrick Baltion who had willingly put himself in a sleep to separate himself from him hurt him more than he liked to admit with his little stunt and had made his merge into society until the Master Org was able to come out of hiding harder than it should have been.
With his ugly wolf like form he couldn't morph into the human society and was forced to hide in the shadows and wasn't able to come out into the light for fear of being attacked or hurt-except for one night a year called Halloween that he was considered to be 'awesome' whatever that meant. He liked to be alone most days it was nice not having someone rambling in your ear constantly telling you what they want or how they feel unlike how it was when he and the wolf warrior shared a body and consciousness and how he was constantly plagued by his inner thoughts of how he thought what he was doing was wrong and that he should stop what he was doing before he hurt someone he held dear.
But he was part wolf: and wolves were a pack animal which meant that he could only be alone for so long before he begun to get lonely, he had searched for other orgs to talk to and try to bond with but the ones he had found hadn't wanted anything to do with him or were just too scared of him to really bond with him. Which was why he was currently alone as he stared up at the setting sun in a small clearing thinking about the last few thousand years he had wandered the earth trying to find someone; anyone just to talk to.
On the days where the loneliness got really bad he would sometimes find himself thinking about heading to the place where Merrick laid in eternal rest and linking his soul with the wolf warrior and letting himself fall asleep just as the human he had once resided in had let himself. But then a bird would chirp or one of his animal cousins would have a cub and suddenly he no longer wanted to sleep he wanted to see how the world changed around him and how he could fit into that said world.
He had somehow ended up in a place that he really didn't think he should be near as it was highly populated and had hardly any caves or forests for him to hide out in: which normally would spell his doom or at least the foreshadowing of his departure of said town or city. The name of his current location was that of Angel Grove which was where he had been for a good year or two which was strange for him considering he was nomad by nature and liked to move every few months, but he had been drawn to place temporary roots in the strange town.
Angel Grove was home to the Power Rangers who seemed to be some sort of team that fought ugly alien warriors that had decided to target this single city in the name of some strange power they called Zordon. He had watched these Rangers closely and monitored them carefully as they lost their first set of powers in an accident that destroyed their first foe and then took up a new one they called a Zeo power that took away their black and replaced it with a green, to fight a new enemy that called themselves the Machine Empire.
These rangers were good: they all had very good fighting skills as he soon learned from his observations and they all worked well together much like a family-there were even relationships between many of them members such as the green and blue members who seemed devoted to each other more so than even he would think true wolf mates were and then of course the red and pink members who had a very co-existent relationship where they related to each other closer than they had anyone else before in which a relationship of the romantic sort had blossomed.
In his own opinion it was these relationships that made these 'Zeo Rangers' so powerful and effective against their foes and was why he refused to harm anyone in fear of going up against the five of them: he was a powerful warrior yes but he was only one warrior and even he could not stand up against the five of them. Thinking back to Merrick's old warrior brothers he began to realise just how much had changed in the centuries he had been wandering the earth.
Unlike these rangers who hated to hurt each other even slightly and would help one another through their troubles or problems the other warriors that Merrick had considered 'brothers' hadn't even blinked an eye when they realised that their brother wanted to be put to sleep because he house Zen-Aku and had done so without a hint of remorse: oh yes they had been upset they had lost the princess's most loyal and strongest warrior all because of him but they hadn't been generally sad as he knew the rangers would be in their position: and that was why Zen-Aku knew they were going to win.
Glancing out at the deserted field in front of him he wolf org took in the feelings around him and let himself calm down after a weary day of watching another ranger battle from the shadows. He didn't have much else to do anymore and had over time had begun to latch onto the green ranger who reminded him so much of Merrick's old style that he had begun to make a theme song for him: it was a lot like the wolf song that he or Merrick would often play during battle or in his human counter parts case to the princess but he had adjusted it appropriately to fit the green Zeo.
His song was more complex in the fact that it had different levels and tempos; it changed from being kind and cheery to a slow and foreboding tune that spoke of danger and suffering. He had drawn inspiration from everything he saw the other do and often used his emotions during battle to form his song. When he had completed it a few weeks earlier he had taken a liking to it right away and begun to play it whenever he could, he could still remember when the rangers heard the song after they had been victorious in a battle and it had grabbed the attention of the green Zeo almost immediately.
"But Adam you and Rocky promised!" a light voice whined slightly breaking him from his train of thought: he could hear the words clearly thanks to his lupine hearing and despite the words the child was saying he could hear that the speaker wasn't actually mad or annoyed but merely saying the words out of practise.
A light chuckle followed these words and Zen-Aku crawled forward until he was close enough to feel the speaker's presence and when he peeked through the shrubbery that was hiding his form he was shocked to see that it was the Blue and Green Zeo rangers and a small boy a few years younger than them that were the speaker. "We know Kid" the blue said his voice while still kind and warm: affectionate held tinges of regret and sorrow meaning he was sorry about something. "Look if we get done in time we'll try to catch the movie later"
The green sighed and then crouched down so he was eye level with the younger boy and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder the sides of his mouth quirky up in a happy grin "How about this: tomorrow is Saturday right?" he said carefully like he was holding something back, the boy nodded excitedly and Zen-Aku realised he must go to school just as the rangers did. "Well considering Rocky and I have our belt lessons today we have tomorrow completely free: so how about we spend the whole day we with you then huh?"
The boy nodded excitedly and threw his arms around the Green ranger's neck happily "You're the best Adam!" he cried and then looked up at the blue ranger who was looking at him happily "You too Rocky"
Both rangers waved the boy off and after trading goodbyes they went their separate ways leaving him alone once again, holding back the whine he desperately wanted to release Zen-Aku walked back over to the log he had been sitting on before and thought back to the boy who the rangers had been so familiar with. He knew from his observations that the boy wasn't a ranger and he wasn't old enough to really be there equal as he looked to be around the human age of eleven maybe twelve the easiest possibility would be younger brother but he knew that was not the case.
Growling in frustration he shook his head to get his mind of it he pulled out his flute and began playing around with the chords and soon begun playing his wolf song with an ease and familiarity that came after playing the same song over and over for thousands of years. While this particular song was no longer his favourite song to play as he had learnt such interesting and new pieces of time he still loved to play it from time to time as it help him remember all the times he had sat among his wolf cousin and listened to them howl along to it back in the times when human settlements were few and far apart and he and Merrick were still one.
He hated humans: this was true, it was in his make up to hate humans there was nothing he could really do about that but it didn't stop him from being interested by them: Merrick had been his other half hence why he held him to a different regard to the other human warriors he had fought with, the Zeo Rangers held powers and skills beyond that of normal warriors and humans of this day and age; they were still pups in his mind and were putting their lives on the line more so than the worlds so called armies and this made them more than human in his opinion. This was the reason he held his memories of Merrick and the rangers so close to his heart: they were memories he would not forget not even when the rangers were dead and gone and Merrick had been asleep for another thousand years.
When he was coming to the end of the wolf song he easily flowed into the Zeo Green ode as he had named his new song and begun to play with a comfort he always felt when he immersed himself in his music and let his mind just wander, some days he wondered what would happen when he ran out of things to think about but then he would realise that was never going to happen and that he was always going to have something to think about because the world would never end for him not until Merrick's heart stops beating and with him being put to sleep that would never happen.
He was about to reach the more sullen apart of the song when a light and curious voice broke his concentration "That is a really pretty song" spinning around to locate the speaker Zen-Aku felt his heart jump a bit when he saw that the person watching him and listening to him play was the young boy who had been with the rangers only moments before.
Cocking his head to the side he wondered why the boy was not running away in fear and why he was just standing there looking at him in consideration "go away" he growled softly before turning back to his flute and thought about re-starting his song when the boy walked towards him instead of leaving reminding him that children of this era where not as compliant and obedient as they were two hundred years ago.
"What do you call it" the child asked him sitting down next to him: his much larger form dwarfing the child's own body-something that in a normal person would be intimidating but for the child didn't seem to be a big thing "Kinda reminds me of a friend of mine to be honest…or at least what I heard did" he continued smiling impishly.
Glancing down at the boy next to him he sighed and laid the flute on his lap when he realised the boy wasn't going to leave "What is your name pup?" he asked wanting to know the name of the boy who he could already tell was going to annoy him for the days to come with his wide curious eye.
This seemed to be the right thing to ask because the boy grin widened and his eyes brighten so that they were practically glowing with happiness-not something he was used to at all. "I'm Justin: Justin Stewart" he said holding out his small hand and it took a moment for Zen-Aku to realise that this Justin didn't even seemed fazed he had called him pup only a few moments ago.
Grunting he reached over and carefully clasped Justin's much smaller hand in his own making sure not to crush his hand with his greater strength or slash him with his claws "I am Zen-Aku" he growled and ignored the way his inner wolf howled happily at the sudden companion he had just acquired and turned back to his flute and began to play.
