A\N: Lack of writing was...um...due to lack of confidence. Sorry. Anyway, getting back into it now...:)

KIRA

He didn't.

No. Fucking. Way. He did not just go and do this.

I stare at the spot where he used to be and wonder if I can kill him by glaring at the spot. Probably not.

"Kira?"

Maybe a few well-placed daggers? Voodoo dolls?

"Um, Conner? Kira's got that look on."

Hmm, not a bad idea. Maybe I can get a witch doctor on Trent's ass. Or better yet, Kat. She's a Wiccan, I think. She can probably kill him...nah, she wouldn't, she doesn't hurt people.

"What look, dude? Yo, Kira, wake up, Trent's gone."

You know, I'd probably better reassure the boys before Conner pokes a hole in my shoulder. "Hunh? Yeah, I know." I frown. "I'm gonna go fix this. See ya later."

I head off, and behind me hear some very worried whispers.

"Fix it? What's that mean?"

"Conner! Now Kira's gonna kill me!"

"Dude, she is not gonna kill you, you didn't do anything."

"She's being scary!"

I smirk and head for the nearest pay phone. Scary isn't usually my style, but in this case...well, scary is a good look on me.

"Hello?" The phone says. "Kim Hart speaking."

"Hi, Kim. It's Kira. The Ptera Ranger? Tommy's protoge?" I remind her.

"Oh! Hi, Kira! How's your White problem?" Kim asks. "I saw you fighting him on the news. Didn't see the end to the fight, though. Looked kinda brutal."

"You could say that. Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." I ask. "How do you deal with evil Rangers who're being stupid?"

CARSON CITY, NEVADA

Trent is one hell of an idiot.

He sits at a cafe, pretending to read a newspaper and really scanning the crowds. You'd better be looking for me, buddy, 'cause you don't have a hope in hell of surviving otherwise.

I walk up to him and kick him in the stomach.

He goes flying. When he lands he scrambles to his feet, staring in horror at the now very angry Yellow Ranger who, although not morphed, could easily kick his ass. "K-Kira?"

"You. Little. Bastard." I snarl.

"Kira, please, I can explain!" He stammers, backing up and holding up his hands, promptly hitting his head on a table. "I, I was, um, trying to protect you!"

"Protect me." I snarl.

"Yeah!" Trent says, nodding vigorously, apparently quite happy that I've understood his reasoning and will now leave him alone.

Wrong.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I say, batting my eyelashes charmingly. "I forgot! I'm a sweet, helpless li'l ol' girl!"

"Yeah!" Trent agrees, grinning.

The entire crowd--damnit, I can't morph, people are watching--goes silent. Trent, buddy, you are dead.

I take a deep breath, and Trent jumps, whacking his head on the table above him. He then proceeds to pirouette into the next few tables, gaining a black eye, a few bruises here and there, and finally hitting his head on the cement and staring at the sky muttering, "Ooh, pretty birdies."

I nod. Then I turn. To my complete surprise (not), Conner's staring at me in awe. I press myself up against him and kiss him.

Conner, being Conner, doesn't say anything, just makes a really funny noise and then responds eagerly. I break the kiss off and link arms with him. "Come on." I tell him. "Let's go make sure the whole school knows Trent's gay."

We leave Trent gaping behind us.

"Hey, Kira?" Conner says. "If Trent pisses you off again, are you gonna kiss me?"

I smirk. "Don't push your luck."

"Why not?" Ethan asks interestedly.

"Because, Eth," I tell him, smiling, "If I kiss Conner again, I might have to kill him too."