Kami-sama, what is UP with me and all this long-lost sister crap? O_o;; It's weird, I tells ya...x.x;; Anyway, uhm...PRTF is owned by Saban Inc. and uhm...*thinks* whoever ORIGINALLY made it in wunnerful Nihon! o*_*o Ano...onto my "wonderful" story...n.N;;
Yea. Wonderful my ass.
Here I am, a seventeen-year-old girl with barely anything to my name, starving because I had only enough money to get me over here by a low-class boat, not knowing where to go. They said that it'd be most wise to ask my birth father for residence since he's technically my new guardian...
Screw that. The guy's a bastard. For one thing, he's never paid any child support to me...ever. I'd like to see some payup here. Yet my older brother was a year older than me...which means that he MUST be out of the house by now! Maybe...just maybe...I could live with him!
Grinning and shouldering my backpack back on, I walked towards the local pay phone to look at the most recent phone book...
"Wow, it's raining now," Jen noted, looking out the window. "Really hard, too...I don't remember any rain like this from--"
"Yea," Lucas said for her. "Don't talk about it...for the love of God, don't talk about it."
"Well, exCUSE me!" she said, turning around. "I was just noting about how MUCH it was raining!"
"Everyone, please calm down!" Circuit yelled over the commotion that was about to erupt in the small clocktower that everyone was situated in. "Okay, so we haven't exactly been sucessful in getting home...but there's no need for a panic! Not only that, but the both of you know better! Fighting like this...you know you should be focusing your energy on trying to find where Ransik is and what he's doing!"
"But how are we supposed to do that when we have no idea where to start, Circuit?" Trip asked, fiddling with one of his newest inventions. "Ransik could be anywhere...and despite the ammount of time we've been here, we're still not any closer!"
"I know," Circuit said dejectedly, looking down at his metal claw feet. "Even so...we could try to think up new ways!" "New ways of what?" Wes asked, "sneaking" up on everyone in the small loft. The forementioned people turned around to see him there, grinning as usual.
"Well...getting home," Trip said dejectedly, looking down at his gadget again as he started to work harder on it.
Wes seemed as if he was going to say something, but then suddenly the door knocked. Thinking that Katie might be coming home, they all went downstairs to answer the door.
But instead of who they were expecting, they saw a girl, a bit younger than themselves, on the doorstep looking like a drowned rat.
She was skinny and pale with bright red hair streaked in green and yellow. She wore dark green capris, an orange hankerchief halter top, a gray heather sweatshirt, and dark-colored sneakers. Her hair was piled up on top of her head and held together with some bamboo hair sticks. She also had a small bookbag stuffed full with...well, stuff. By the looks of things, it wasn't as if she was going out for the Miss Universe contest anytime soon with her bedraggled appearance.
Looking up, it was seen that she had sky-blue eyes that were glazed over in fever and pinkish cheeks sprinkled with freckles. Her face had an admiring look upon Wes and she looked as if she was going to say something.
Finally it seemed as if she said something...something very very soft.
"O...ni...i...chan," she murmured before passing out at Wes's feet.
Lucas stared. "That's bad, isn't it?"
"Well duh," Trip said. "Wes, why don'tcha pick her up? You're strong 'nuff too...and we can't be leavin' her out here to get sicker than she already is!"
That got Wes back into focus. "OH YEA! How stupid I must be," he muttered, picking the small girl up and taking her to the loft.
The girl kept on murmuring the same word over and over...until finally she just drifted into a fitfull sleep.
I woke up someplace weird. I remember someone that looked like 'Niichan carrying me up the stairs...but not much else. Yet I could never quite stay asleep once the rays of the sun hit my face; I never really could. I lived in the country, so I wasn't accustomed to staying asleep.
I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted them to my surroundings. The first thing--or person, rather--I saw was a boy slightly older than me with bright green hair and a weird thing in the middle of his forehead. I blinked, thinking that I was seeing things.
"Oro? Nani ka?!" I gasped, looking at the boy's forehead. Obviously he was dozing, but even at my soft whisper of an exclamation, he woke up, blinking almond-shaped brown eyes. The guy was tan too...aww, he was pretty cute, actually. Well not CUTE but cute but--oh, forget it. >.>;;
"Oh...you're awake!" he said in perfect Japanese, smiling.
Ohmikami-sama, he can speak JAPANESE! This might be a disadvanged though, since I might want to cuss out my brother at a certain point and time and he might be able to translate...uh oh.
"H...hai! O namae wa?" I asked tentatively, smiling weakly.
"Ore wa Trip-san!" he said, grinning. "You speak any English?" he asked softly. "Might help with the rest."
"Yea," I said. "My mom was American."
"Then what were you doing in Japan?"
"How'd you know THAT?!" I asked, alarmed.
He smacked his forehead. "I might as well warn you now...I'm alien."
"You mean that you're an illegal immigrant?" I asked, confused.
"No...as in, I'm from another planet."
"You're joking," I asked, giving him a weird look.
"Nope. I'm not joking either when I say that I'm from the year 3000."
By now, my jaw had dropped. "You HAVE to be joking now!"
"Nooope," he said, grinning. "But that doesn't explain how I knew that you were from Japan...y'see, I can sorta read minds...only occasionally, of course. But I'm telling you the truth...I'm not lying. Ask Jen after bit to prove my point," he said, pointing towards a sleeping girl with reddish-brown hair that was perpetually tied up in a pony-tail. "Odd...she's sleeping in today."
"She sorta seems kinda scary," I said, pulling up my blankets. "I haven't introduced myself or why I'm here...I'm Akira Haruyama. Lessee...I'm seventeen and my parents died a few months ago in a fire."
"I'm sorry," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. I smiled softly and patted his hand.
"'Sokie...eventually, I was gonna hafta go out on my own, anyway. But since I'm underage, the Japanese goverment insisted that I come over to the States since my only living relatives were here...I'm looking for my half-brother, Wesley Collins. Know where he is?"
"Wes? He carried you up here yesterday! He was wondering why you were calling him 'Oniichan'...you kept on whispering that when you were coming up here. I told him what it meant...and then he was confused because he didn't know why you were calling him your older brother. Hey...I didn't know that Wes had any family other than his father!"
"His father and my mother sorta had an affair when Wes was a year old. My mother's husband died a month before and my father...he's technically my dad...well, I don't know why he did it. Needless to say, nine months later, I was born. Simple as that, you could say."
"Oh...that's interesting," Trip said, looking at a small blue owl that was flapping its wings and moving its eyes open and closed. "Circuit! Come over here and meet Akira!"
"Huh? Oh, okie," the small owl said, "flying" over. Once he was in Trip's lap safely, he looked at me and smiled. "Hello, Akira. I'm Circuit. I see you've met Trip...how about Wes and the others?"
"I'm afraid I haven't the pleasure," I said, smiling. "Since everyone's been so nice as to let me in, how about I cook them breakfast? Good idea, no?"
Trip grinned. "I sure know I'm hungry. What're you gonna make?"
"I was thinking of...your traditional bacon and eggs. That is, if we have any."
Circuit nodded. "We do, we do! Now go on...cook!"
I smiled. "Aye aye, captain!"
I smelled something I hadn't smelled in a long time--
Bacon. Delicious, mouthwatering bacon...and eggs! Scrambled...and do I detect the slightest bit of cheese along with them?
"Ping," went the toaster, singing the arrival of toast into the world. Oh...this can't be true! Or can it?
"Hey...everybody! Wake up," I hissed, running around as I poked everyone in the side. "Wake up...smell that? Breakfast!"
"Hnn," Jen replied. "Shaddup. I'm tryin' to sleep in for once." Then I noticed that she was slowly and delicately sniffing the air. "Aaa...is that what I think it is?"
Katie sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. "Bacon and eggs?"
Lucas grinned, throwing back his blankets. "Yep! And toast too! OHMIGOD! Coffee! This must be the good stuff...ohmigod, it actually smells like real coffee!"
"Hey!" Katie said, faking an offended look. "My coffee isn't that bad..."
Lucas gave her a Look. "Yea...if you like it solid."
"THAT'S IT!" Katie shouted, chasing him downstairs.
As they bounded down the steps, I grinned at Jen. "Can't make any excuses now...everyone's goin' downstairs...now you hafta go too!"
"Fiine," she said, getting up slowly. "But I'm only doin' it for the grub."
"Naturally," I said, smirking. "I wouldn't expect anything else."
When we got down there, I saw the same small girl that I had helped carry upstairs last night cooking breakfast. She turned around and smiled for a minute and suddenly, it was as if I remembered her...
"Daddy, who's that girl in that picture?" I had asked as a small boy, pointing to a picture of a small girl with bright red hair. She was smiling and posing for a picture in front of a rice field.
"That's...a small girl that you're related to," he said, getting nervously.
"How?" I had asked, confused.
"Don't ask me such stupid questions. I have to work now...shoo." And with that, he waved off my annoying question.
Later I had asked one of the servants that I knew would be gossipy enough to tell me who that girl was. I was intelligent enough to choose someone nosy; I found out that she was my half-sister via some weird affair that my dad had when he was drunk half the time on a buisness trip. I was about sixteen by then, so I had vowed deep inside that I'd find her somehow...but after I had graduated.
I had graduated...but now that I was one of the Time Force Rangers, I had sort of forgotten about the little girl...but I had stolen the picture off of my dad's desk. I doubted that he really missed it, anyway.
Looking at the picture, it said in small letters:
So she's a year younger than I am...interesting. The girl that was cooking breakfast looked like an older version...with green and yellow hair streaks through her longish bangs. Hmm...how interesting.
"Uh...yo. Sup?"
"Not much," she said, a slight trace of an accent on her voice. "You?"
"Uh...what's your name?"
"Akira Haruyama. Why?"