We have to do what now? 7

At The Dairy Queen the following day, Wesley saw Riley. She was sitting at a two person table, looking like she was waiting for someone.

"Hey," he got her attention.

"Hi, Wesley," she greeted, smiling that glowing smile.

Today she was wearing a dark green tank top, ripped blue jean shorts, and tan sandles. She wore a little makeup, and her black hair was tied up in a ponytail. A Cardnail baseball cap was on her head. He sat across from her as they waited for a waitress.

"So…what are you getting?" Riley asked him.

"I'm thinking a chicken basket," he replied, "you?"

"Let's half it," Riley suggested, "I was thinking the same thing. I can only eat half, anyway."

"Me, too," Wesley chuckled.

As they ate, Wesley tried not to get lost in her twinkling greens. She was seriously pretty, and not just on the outside. From what he'd seen of her, she had a heart of gold.

Suddenly, the two heard screaming. It was a really ugly Nillock. He looked like last year's meatloaf that just was heated up to sun temperature, run over, blended, heated again, built into a slumped form, frozen, and baked until he was crisp. (Ick.)

His power? Eyes that made people freeze in horror. His name? Fearenzo. Wesley and Riley leapt up as one, ready for action. Wesley instictivly grabbed his samuraizer, but realized what he was doing before he brought it out.

What do I do? Wesley's mind raced. I can't just let all these people get hurt. Where's Ji's brilliant plan?

"Wesley!" Riley took Wesley's arm, "we can defend him until they get here!"

"Riley, I can't…" he began, struggling to think of a way to explain it without telling the fact he was a Samurai.

"Come on!" she got a grip on his hand with no sign of letting go, "this is our chance!"

She pulled him outside and got in a battle pose.

"Hold it right there, Ni-omh!" Riley began, but was cut off when Wesley put his other hand over her mouth.

"Riley," he muttered, "I need to tell you something."

She looked at him, curious and wonder in her eyes.

"I am a…" he began, but that's when a blast shut him up.

The two dove out of the way as a lightpole slammed down. Five forms appeared out of the dust, slashing at the monster.

"You're done for, Nilock!" five voices yelled, slashing him.

"Samurai Rangers," he snarled, "take this!"

Wesley gaped at the forms. They looked just like the orginal Samurai team, the suits just like them. The monster fought, not noticing the absentence of two rangers. Whoever they were, they were pretty good. Not as good as the real rangers, but good enough.

Who are they? Wesley wondered as they beat the beast.

As soon as the battle was over, they disappeared. Riley looked at Wesley, her eyes twinkling like stars.

"Whoa!" she grinned, "wicked cool!"

"Yeah," Wesley echoed.

Later that night, Wesley confronted Ji about it.

"Those are your fill in's," he explained, "they are your doubles. Now they are gone. Understand?"

"Um..right," Wesley mumbled.

He gazed up at the ceiling as he tried to sleep. He thought about Riley and how much he adored the spunky black-haired Samurai fan. He also thought about the doubles. Riley was looking up to something that was fake. What would happen if he told her the truth?

Turning over, he made a choice. Tomorrow was going to do something to their relashonship: Make it or break it.