Disclaimer: Not mine.
Okay, I know this will be so wrong to so many people, but I don't care. I got this bunny, it wouldn't let go, blah blah blah. It is entirely for fun, and wasn't meant to be serious at all. Seriously. So if you are offended by this, keep it for yourself. I don't have time to listen to people who rants for hours about how wrong this is and how wrong that are and stuff.
-sighs- As soon as I'm done with one bunny and is about to continue on the main stories, another one comes and bites me. My, aren't I lucky?
When Tori promised Marah and Kapri to give them designerclothes, she knew something bad would come out of it. And this was bad!
The two space ninjas had told her that Lothor was looking at her – in the same way Blake looked at her. She shuddered at the thought. He was way old, old enough to be her dad. Or granddad, or whatever, he was still old. And he was evil.
She groaned, muttering something rude about evil space ninjas and weird habits with love.
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Okay, this was to go to far! On the front porch stood Choobo.
"Delivery to miss blue ranger." Choobo said, holding out a bunch of...something she hoped was flowers. 'Cause it definitely didn't look like it. She hesitatingly took them. "Uh...thanks."
Choobo disappeared. Tori looked up and down the street, but it was empty. It didn't look like anyone noticed that a big, green alien had just been there.
She closed the door, and looked at the... 'flowers'. There was a card there. She took it up and read it.
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"Dear blue Power Ranger.
I have been watching you for a while (that sounded like a threat), and I can't help but notice how you fight.
Lothor."
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O-kay...that space ninja needed some tips on how to hit on girls. She frowned, a thought hitting her. If she made a deal with Lothor, learning him how to flirt...then he could repay her by leaving her alone. That was a great idea! She grinned to herself.
But... She frowned again. How am I supposed to get him to listen to me?
An idea started forming in her head, and she quickly hurried outside.
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One week later
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"What'cha writing?" Blake asked her.
"Oh, nothing." Tori answered, continuing to write. But she was abruptly stopped when Shane snatched the book. He read the three first lines.
"You're writing tips about how to flirt with girls?" he asked, staring at her. She shrugged. "Yeah. So?"
«Nothing,» Shane answered. "It's just...that's not really you."
She snatched the book back. "It's not for me." she said, continuing to write as if she never got stopped.
"Then who is it for?" Blake asked.
"Oh...»"she said casually. "An evil space alien."
There was two dunks as Blake and Shane fell to the floor, unconscious. She frowned at their forms, then simply shrugged. They would wake up. In the meantime, she could get this done. She didn't want to feel the wrath of an unhappy evil ninja.
I repeat: If you don't have anything good to say, don't say it. This was written for fun, not so you could start killing me.