Ohoho...here's my disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers Time Force; Saban/The People That Made It In Japan own it. Isn't that nice? Oh yes.
Ooops! Almost forgot...you might want to know a little bit about Akira. ^^; It'll help, believe me. *grin*
- Name: Haruyama, Akira (Last name first. ^^;)
- Age: 17
- Birthday: February 20, 1984
- Other: Akira's a happy-go-lucky technology-obsessed kid with her brother's outlook on life along with a bit more feist and a lot less kinder toungue than Wes. Despite the fact that she has an American bloodline, she's Japanese on the inside with her mannerisms, tastes in food, and language. She used to be a junior officer for the local police department in her small rural town that was nearby the city/town of Nagano, so she's really talented with guns...a sharpshooter of sorts. Not only is she uncannily handy with guns--she often shoots before you see her pull it out of the holster--but there's something else about her that barely anyone can put their finger on...
"So...what's yours?" I asked, putting one hand on my hips as I gracefully took the eggs off the range and put them on a plate.
"Well..."
"Tell me or the eggs die," I said, smiling as I held them over the trash can.
Immediately, his four other comrades started to tell me for him instead.
"He's Wesley Collins!...His dad's a millionaire!...He runs lots of companies!..."
"Oro?!" I asked, blinking. Well so far, so good. I then saw a small picture in his hand. I narrowed my eyes and walked over, placing the eggs on the small table in the middle of the "kitchen".
"What's this?" I asked, pointing to it. "I want to see...please?"
Immediately, he frowned. "You're very demanding."
"Yes. I know. Now show it. Do I have to say please with my fists?"
"I'm just a good--if not better, most likely--fighter as you probably are...but here," he said, probably worrying about "hurting" me. God, men with their egos.
I took the picture and looked at it, studying the face closely.
There, standing in front of Otousan's rice field, was me at seven. I remembered that day...I was helping plant the newest crop of rice...for me, who got tons of breaks, it was fun. For the people who had to do it as a job, it wasn't...but they said they were thankful for my help.
"W-where'd you get this picture?" I asked. "Certainly not from some relief program that tries to help poor, unfortunate kids...because I had plenty of money growing up. Maybe not as much as you, but most certainly enough."
"No...it's from my dad. Supposedly the kid in the picture's my little sister. Know any Akira Haruyama hereabouts?"
I smirked. "Smart-ass."
"Yes. I know. So're you."
"Must run in the family," I said, grinning.
"Well, are ya gonna give family any reconition or not?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I'll just sit on my ass here all day ignorin' ya. Or..." I said, "I could do this." And with that, I practically pounced him with a gigantic hug.
"ONIICHAN!"
"That's a good thing, right?" he asked, groaning. "Your hug's about as tight as Katie's!"
"Yep...means 'older brother'. I could be calling you 'Oniisan', but that's sorta formal...be glad I feel familiar 'nuff with you that I'm callin' you 'Oniichan'...it's a good thing."
"Uh, yea...whatever. Nice to know you're alive though," he said, ruffling my hair.
"What kinda shit that's s'posed to mean?" I asked, sorta hurt.
"It means that I've been looking for you ever since I knew you existed and now that you're here all safe and stuff, I feel relieved. Hey...you said you lived in Japan before. Why'd you come all the way over here anyway?"
I started to get a dejected look in my eyes. "Uh...well, my mom and foster dad of sorts died. There was a big fire at our house..." I started to explain the rest but my voice broke. Shaking my head, I decided to get myself introduced to everyone else.
"So, I don't belive I've been properly introduced. Uh...hi?" I said meekly, waving my hand slowly.
"I'm Jen," the girl with the ponytail said. "This's Lucas, and that's Katie."
"Hi," said Lucas. "Sup?" said Katie, grinning.
"Hey. Not much," I said. "Already met Trip an'...Wes, right?"
"Yea. Call me Wes. The Oniichan stuff's a bit too much for me to handle."
"Got it," I said, grinning. "That's cool. Uh...know the nearest school?"
"Huh? You're not outta school yet?" everyone asked, giving me odd looks.
"Nope. Only seventeen...capiche?" I asked, grinning. Everyone nodded slowly, giving me odd looks.
"Yea...I think there's one a few blocks down," Lucas said. "Uh...so, think you'll be needin' a ride?"
"Why can't I use a bike?" I asked. Then I turned to Wes. "Dude...have any bikes around here?"
"Uh...uh..."
"Or I could walk," I said.
"You don't understand," Katie said, grinning. "The guy's crazy 'bout driving...you HAVE to let him drive you to school!"
"Well, I guess..."
"REALLY? WOOHOO!"
"Okay," I said, as I backed into a corner. "Uhm...how about everyone eats? That sound good? Food food food!" I said, sounding nervous as I shoved everyone towards the table. "And please, make sure not to accidentally run me over when you come pick me up...you sound like a speed demon to me."
"Uhh," was all that Lucas replied with. Figures. -_-;;
It then suddenly occured to me that it might just be the slightest bit odd that they were all living together in a clock tower...with an alien from the year 3000. There must be a reason. Must be...
"So," I said nonchalantly as I placed the plate of bacon and toast on the table, "why're you all living together like this? There must be a reason 'cept for saving money on the rent...there's something about all of you...can't put my finger on it...mind tellin' me, or is that classified information?"
Jen looked at me, a serious look on her face. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Well obviously! Otherwise I wouldn't of asked! Spill the beans...please?"
"Fine...but you have to promise to take us seriously and that you will NOT laugh once you hear why we're here. Promise, Akira?"
"Of course," I said. Why would you laugh at someone when they promise that they're telling the truth?
Little did I know how far-fetched her story would sound.
"Phhsh. Ransik think he's such a great villain...he knows nothing," a voice hissed in the darkness, large black wings visible only by a small thin white line of light shining from behind the gigantic figure.
"He knows nothing of tactics, time-travel, or how to truly persecute the weak. He knows nothing of entrapment...all talk and no action. Heh...he doesn't even know how to get into a human's mind."
"Darkgami," a small lizard-like human said, bowing in front of the large black winged organism, "we are ready for departure for the United States as we speak."
"How nice...that girl tried to escape me once. But not again...never again will she try to escape my lure...she shall join me...her parents paid the price for her being so stubborn once. Perhaps I should have her brother pay the price as well."
"Excellent plan, sir," the small lizard-man said, clapping. "Excellent plan!"
The two beings started to cackle in the darkness, their laughter echoing into the nightfall of Tokyo.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked Akira after breakfast. She seemed to take Jen's explanation pretty well...as well as Wes's knowledge of her before hand. Pretty tough stuff, probably.
"Ikebana, Katie-san," she said, sticking another flower into the vase. "Or as you Americans'd call it, flower-arranging. Ikebana's really relaxing for me...gets my mind clear. Shimeta?"
"Huh?" I said, confused with her bilingual lapse.
"Oh! Sorry...shimeta basically means 'you understand?' in Japanese...sorry. Tough remembering to speak straight English all the time...Trip's handy though. I can speak in Japanese and he knows what I'm saying."
"Yep...Trip's pretty smart. Speaking of which...or rather, speaking of all of us, what do you think of all of us here?" I asked, wanting to know in part what the small, spunky kid thought of us.
"Well...Jen's sorta stiff. So's Lucas...kinda. You're pretty nice and so's Wes...but I can relate with Trip more. He seems to know a lot about computers..."
"And that's good 'cos...?" I asked, interested.
"Cos I'm a major computer geek. I've rebuilt about fifty computers from scratch...mama always said that I got that from her side of the family. I got a lot from her side of the family...looks, talent traits. I got some from my father's too...like my personality, she said."
"That's for certain," I said. "You remind me of Wes sometimes...it's funny, in a way." I smiled. "Don't take that as anything to offense you, 'kay?"
"None taken. Knew you didn't mean anything by it," she said, sticking the last flower in. "Ah...perfect! Like it, Katie-san?" she said, showing me the vase. It was beautiful, with the darker-colored flowers in the center and the lighter ones fading out, making it look like a sunset going out from the middle...or somethign like that. At any rate, it looked really nice...and I told Akira that. She looked pretty happy.
"Really? Y'think so?"
"Yep. In fact, why don't you put it downstairs in the foyer? It'd look nice there...don'tcha think so, Wes?" I asked, seeing that he had just come up at that moment.
"What...OHMIGOD! Akira, where'd you steal that from?" he asked, amazed.
"I didn't steal it from anywhere! I did it myself!" she said, looking offended.
"Uh uh...no way, no how."
"Yes how. Ask Katie-san. She saw me do so...ne?"
"She's tellin' the truth," I vouched. "Nice, isn't it?"
"I've seen professional arrangements that look lesser than that! Y'now, dad'd pay a lot to have...that at one of his banquets," he said dully.
"At least you got to live with him," she said softly. "He's technically a dead-beat...either that or he forgot I lived...anyway, wanna help me get this downstairs?"
"Sure!" he said, taking it from her hands as he went downstairs. She grinned.
"I think I'll like him," she said, smiling softly.
"You will. Sure as hell as I do," I said, hugging her as lightly as possible to my side. "Once you get to know everyone, you'll like 'em...even Lucas and Jen."
"Really?" she asked, curious.
"Really," I said, leading her downstairs.
I had decided to go on a walk around the neighborhood after Katie-san had helped me with the large vase of flowers that I had arranged. I told them that I needed to get a lay of the land and that I'd be back in a bit. Yet when I came back, they weren't there...which was weird.
"Hellooo? Konnichi waaaaaa...everyone? Everybody? MINNNAAAAAA!" I shouted into the dark tower.
Circuit waved his wings and flashed his eyes as a greeting. "Akira! While you were gone--"
"Don't tell me--they all went out to beat Ransik's butt, right?" I asked, sitting down at a table by the ledge that Circuit was perched on.
"Yep!" the small blue bird said and suddenly I smiled. He was so adorable, Circuit...he was almost like the pet I've always wanted but never had. Oh, and did I mention how adorable he was? Sooo cute!
"Well, we're not so sure that it's Ransik this time...but he might be part of Ransik's team of evil!" Circuit said.
Suddenly, I felt a twang--as if someone that I had known from a long time ago had suddenly made a presence somewhere closeby...someone evil.
"Circuit...how do you think I could contact one of the Rangers?" I asked, panic starting to wave though me.
"Uhm...well..." he started as he explained the whole thing. I nodded and proceeded.
"Hey...any of you hear me? 'S me...'Kira!" I said, talking fast.
"Akira?" I heard my brother say over the other line. "What're you--"
"Where're you fighting?" I asked as the concern started to wash over me.
"Why?"
"Just tell me!" I sobbed.
"Fine fine...over by the old warehouses...know where that is? Akira...AKIRA?!"
I was already making my way out the door.
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