Hi! This is my first time publishing a fan fiction! Read if you'd like and I would like reviews. I hope that you enjoy the story you read!
Note: when she speaks in an accent, I write her accent the best I can. When you see it, it's suppose to be like that! Also, during the story she might make little Japanese expressions. She's also suppose to do that.

Lothor's Secret Assistant

She was perfect. As she walked in, her hair flowed through her actions, her feet were as light as feathers. An airy girl with white hair and dark black eyes stood on the audition stage, shining among the other contestants. At first Lothor didn't like her innocent eyes and her sweet demeanor. Those qualities did not suit an evil assistant to stand by his side as they caused chaos together.

"State your name," he ordered.

"Atashi wa Honda Alice, desu," she murmured shyly. Her fingers were poking each other and her head was tilted down.

Lothor sighed and rubbed his eyes. Not only did she look naïve, she was naïve. "Can you speak English?"

"Yes," she said in a commanding voice, "very well." She stood perfectly perpendicular with the wooden stage. A little lining of silver in her iris shined from the light.

Whoa, he thought in astonishment, her first impression was sweet and innocent, like as if she just saw the world through rose-colored lenses. But her tone now sounded almost… military. Not only was her ability to become disciplined in a split second, unlike his two nieces, but there was something else about her he liked.

He went on with questioning. "And your goal in joining our evil alliance is?"

"Tu enslave men-kaind!" Alice yelled in an accent. By this point Lothor's jaw dropped. Alice covered her mouth. "Ano—eto —sono —eto —uwa —ano —eto … I mean…." She trailed off into space as she cleared her throat to think of something to replace what she just said. She stared back at him.

Lothor liked her already! He wanted to find out more about her, but he held back his astonishment to make it seem as if he was still unimpressed with her.

He cleared his throat and asked, "What are your ethnicities?" It wasn't necessary to ask, but he was interested in her accent.

"I'm half Japanese, one-sixth Russian, on-sixth French, and one-sixth German. Oh, and I was raised in America!"

"Oh I see," he said surprisingly and trailed off. What was going to ask her next?

"What are your views on the power rangers?"

Alice looked confused. "Excuse me, but I have not been informed on who or what they are. I can not give you a definite answer on my view on something I just found out existed."

Lothor was shocked. She did not know who power rangers were! At first he thought this to be a bad thing, for everyone who was evil would know who power rangers were to destroy them. He thought of it again and realized that since she didn't know who they were he could tell her in a way where she would remain loyal to him and destroy them without question.

"What are your strengths?"

"I have had seven years of martial art training and I'm part succubus," she listed as she held out her fingers to make sure that was is.

Through many rounds of questions, Lothor was convinced more that she should be his assistant. He observed her as she switched her personality for each response. It appeared that if he asked her something serious she would play her disciplined role and if he asked her something embarrassing or cutesy she would change to her shy and innocent self. But soon she started to get irritated as she soon realized he was interrogating her.

Finally he asked her one last thing, "Do you have a personality disorder?"

She snapped; her eye was twitching. "And… what… doez zat… haf tu du weeth… enything?" She slithered out of her mouth.

Offended, Lothor gave a stunned facial expression and Alice soon realized what she did. Again she flustered. "WA—ETO—ano—sono—ch—chotto—a, I mean," she cleared her throat, "no, I do not have a personality disorder." She stared at him again.

That was it. Lothor was entranced by her. She had great manipulation skills, which was pretty big. She had exceptional amounts of training, plus her ability to drain the life out of each goody-two-shoed power ranger. Like him, she had great determination, a dark side, stubbornness, intelligence, and a short temper. She was perfect.

"You are my new assistant," Lothor boomed, pointing his sausage-like finger at her, "all of you other's go home!"

A crowd of groans carried out as everyone exited out. Alice stood in shock as she stared as Lothor's finger. She tucked her head down and poked her two fingers together.

"Hontoni?" She asked.

"Yep," he answered.

She screamed in excitement and jumped off the stage. "So I'm really your assistant, master?"

Lothor stared into her big, dark eyes. They were widened with excitement. She smiled sweetly at him. "Sure," he huffed.

Alice hugged him. Lothor felt like he met the illegitimate daughter he never had.