*starts to sound monotone* Power Rangers Time Force doesn't belong to me; it belongs to Saban/People In Japan Who Made It. Yay. Woohoo. Enjoy my giving up of that. Now I'm gonna write...yay yay yay! n.N;
"Grrrruuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnttttt!" it howled as it started to attempt to blare at us. We, however, dissolved the attack in time with a few well-placed attacks of our own.
Yet as he started to throw some rock-like thing at us, suddenly a person jumped up in front of us and caught it.
Landing to the ground, we all realized with the bright hair and body build that it could only be one person--
Akira.
Damn, I thought, I just HAD to open my big mouth and tell her where we were!
She started to talk in rapid, angered Japanese at the large monster-mutant, who in turn started talking in Japanese back at her...well, that explains its lack of conversation skills.
At the confusion of everyone to the whole situation, we all turned to Trip to tell us what she was saying.
"Well? TRANSLATE!"
"Already on it," he said, grinning. "She's been saying this: 'You filthy overgrown bastard plant troll! You're one of Dark God's henchmen, which most definitly explains why you're here! Isn't it enough that you've killed my parents in arson just to get me over to your side? Now you have to go so far as to follow me here where I was trying to get a nice life for myself. But no, you couldn't even allow me that! How dare you try and follow me here...have you no decency?' The he says, ' Of course I don't! I'm a monster of Dark God's science; I follow his orders alone. He specifically told me to attack the Power Rangers so that you'd come out; he knows how much you care for kin! He also knows that your brother's the Red Ranger; isn't that nice? Well, I'm just going to have to destroy them, and then you'll have no choice BUT to join us!' Obviously she gets mad so she retorts back with, 'You'll never be able to get me over! I'm Haruyama Akira, the greatest evil slayer in all of Honshu, if not all of Japan! I back down to no one and go to no one's side but the side of good! I joined Soramura's police force to save Japan from the likes of you...but when I realized that I was the one reason Japan was having such trouble with such brutes of your like, I went here, after I had nowhere else to go! And now you follow me here like a cloud of locust! Unluckily for you, the voice of revenge is breathing down my back and rearing its head and filling its energy to right the wrongs that have been caused by such horrible beings such as yourself! You along with Dark God and the rest of his army shall pay, by life's ultimate payment: Death.'"
Everyone blinked.
"Wow...Jen, I don't think you were that angry about Max, were you?"
"No...I never called Ransik that...although God knows that I've thought 'em."
"Okay, maybe you are," I said. "Anyhow, what's she gonna do now?"
"Oh, so now you wonder about my past, brother?" Akira asked, turning around. "Well watch and see what Japan's taught me."
Only then did I notice a holster slung around her waist...along with two guns. She turned around promptly on her heels and faced the plant-like mutant.
"Go ahead," Trip translated for the mutant. "See if I care."
Suddenly we all saw two bullets flying though the air from Akira...but the guns hadn't moved. Sure, the noise had sounded and the bullets had flown...but no movement whatsoever.
"WHAT THE?!" we all screamed.
Trip was the first one to calm down. "Technically...she must be a sharpshooter. They usually have the training to shoot that fast."
"You've got to be kidding me," Lucas said, shaking his head. "There's no way on this earth that someone could shoot that fast..."
And yet she had, giving him two bulletholes to the chest. As soon as he had appeared, he dissapated into a fine dust and floated away, which was unlike Ransik's mutants who grew bigger once their DNA--which that monster had to have shown once she shot right through him--was exposed to the outside air.
She turned around and smiled. "So...see any other monsters like that?"
We all shook our heads slowly.
"Well, are you gonna power down or not?" she asked, tapping her foot, an annoyed look on her face.
"POWER DOWN!" we all shouted, turning back to our normal selves.
Akira, on the other hand, was still quite dangerous. Yet she didn't look so. Instead of the serious look on her face that was shown a few minutes before, she was smiling and running over to me.
"Your outfit looks SOOO cool! Although the spandex sorta freaks me out...but otherwise, you look SO cool! Honest honest HONEST!"
"Whoa, kid...answer me this," I said, waving my hands. "Where'd you learn how to shoot like that?"
"Oh?" she asked, blinking. "Well...it's a long story. Get me my laptop and about a hour to explain and you'll get the full story."
Wes plopped my laptop down on my lap and sat beside me with Jen on the other side. Everyone else was sort of arranged around me; Katie was on my other side with Lucas next to her and Trip was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder holding Circuit so he could see. "So, kid, tell me, how in the hell did you get to shoot so well?"
I typed in the password and waited patiently for it to power up. "Well as I told you, it's a long story, but you said you were all taking about a hour off from Nick Of Time to hear it, so I better deliver."
I took a breath and began. "Back when I was about thirteen, I was going to my first year of secondary school. I was young, pretty spunky, and most definitly not ready to wear a fuku--that's a Japanese school outfit. But I did anyway...Soramura had ugly uniforms. Black and white with a black scarf...well, maybe it wasn't so bad. Well, since I had to go to school for longer hours to get preparted for getting into a top-notch high school, I couldn't help out in the fields as much. Oh, forgot; my parents owned a rice farm. One of the top producers in Japan; chances are, if you buy rice that's from Japan, it's from our farm. Anyway, my parents thought that instead of just coming home to sit on my butt instead of doing something constructive that I should do some volunteer work, and the only place that was open to volunteers at the time was the local police department. Little did I know that's what my parents meant. So I started to go and help about two hours a day for the whole week, Monday through Friday. On Saturdays--yes, we have school on Saturday--I'd go straight home since it's always a half day. I'd be more help on the farm then. There, they taught me how to shoot. At first, I was really crappy at it; thought I'd never get it. But eventually, bit after bit, I got this fast." I then went to RealPlayer and opened up a .mpeg file that the police force had taken to record my shooting speed.
"Watch." I pressed the play button as suddenly the file of me shot as quick as lightning. Everyone blinked for a second.
"Okay, now watch it in slow motion." I pressed "Pause" and then "Play" and it had it going as slow as possible. It showed my index finger going inside the holster, hooking the fingerguard, my thumb going on top of the flint, and pulling the trigger. After that, it showed me flicking it back down into the hoster and my hands going free.
"Now watch again in normal speed." I stopped it and played it regularly.
They watched. Their jaws dropped.
"Yea. There's a reason I got so good, though. Y'see, in Japan there's this group of...well, bad guys. They're led by Darkgami and his Dark Force, the Zodiac Patrol."
"Wait...I thought it was Dark God!" Trip yelped.
"Yea, but that's his whole name...Darkgami. Notice how 'Dark' was said in English? It's his whole name. Anyway, so the Zodiac Patrol's only vunerable to a certain part of the world's population--it can be anyone; they must only have one thing in common--that they have this ONE gene that's able to produce some kind of magic...sort of how you guys are Power Rangers with your DNA makeup. You'll see my, ah, talent soon enough...but one of the things that the Zodiac Patrol's weak against is gun shooting, which I'm obviously plenty tough at. He has twelve 'generals' like there are twelve signs of the English Zodiac: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capircorn, Aquarius, and Pisces. Each general has monster minons; the Flamers, Vineak, Duoserpents, Blacksirens, Pantherans, Blindfliers, Deathknockers, Venomshooters, Equimutants, Rockers, Sharkmen, and the Aquafighers. The guy that attacked you today was a Vineak, but some aren't as ugly as he; some are pretty, like the Blacksirens, and some are ugly...like the Vineak. Either way, they're most likely to be killed by a good shot, which is why they wanted to teach me how to be a sharpshooter. That way, they wouldn't know what hit 'em."
"Does this mean that we can't help you out?" Katie asked, sounding semi-disappointed, semi-worried.
"Yea...unless if you have that one gene that might prove yourself worthy. All depends. But for the moment, let me handle it, 'kay 'kay?"
"You don't have any other way to protect yourself, though!" Jen said, sounding matronly. "What if you get hurt? How would we bet you tended for?"
"We'll hope to God that it doesn't get to that. 'Sides, my magic keeps me safe. Sorta like a shell...capiche?" Jen nodded but still looked suspicious.
When she was still giving me the 'I don't believe you' look, I grinned and tried to make her smile. "Hey, I know first aid...I'll be a-okay!"
"Fiiine," she said, crossing her arms. I smiled weakly.
We sat there for awhile, being really quiet. Finally, Flip broke the silence.
"How 'bout we go back to work, okay? An' Akira...why don't you join in?"
I smiled softly in spite of myself. "Really?"
"Sure...the more the merrier, little sis'," Wes said, grinning as he pulled me by his side.
"Great, but Wes--"
"What?"
"I...can't...breathe..."
"Ransik, I've decided to pose a proposition," Darkgami said, standing in front of the mutated gene-human, his long silvery claws clicking together.
"What, Darkgami? You said yourself that I was a disgrace to all of the evil in this community...but that might of been just me."
"Well, I figured that you might need some real power. Have you ever encountered one of my Zodiac Knights?" he asked, pointing to a figure in the shadows. Suddenly, a lithe pale-skinned woman came out of the shadows, walking with a sway to her hips and a sultry look in her eyes. Her eyes were pure black with no whites and were glossy and held many secrets. She had long red hair and wore a tight, strapless red dress that flowed to the floor. One hand was normal, but the other was covered by a "sleeve" that started a few inches below her shoulder and ended about ten inches past wherever her hand would be. She walked up to Ransik and put one hand on his shoulder and the other--which turned out to be a large silver claw--under his chin.
"Hello," she said in a husky voice. "I'm Cancer. We'll be working with each other for the next few weeks. After that, we'll rule the world.
Ransik smiled stupidly upon this sudden attention of the beautiful crab-woman. "Aaa...yes. Can't wait."
She smiled, her delicately painted lips forming an evil sneer. "Me either."
I frowned. It had been a few hours since Akira had told us about how she shot so fast and I wanted to ask her some more questions. Unfortunately, she had suddenly disappeared, and it seemed as if I wasn't going to be able to talk to her for awhile. But I really wanted to know...not like sharpshooters were very abundant on my planet.
Maybe she's at the top of the clocktower, I thought, climbing the rest of the steps all the way up to the top. The higher I climbed, the weirder things I saw. There was a pale shimmery light coming from the top landing, and was it just me or did I just see some inanimate objects start to float around in the air?
Once I reached the top, I saw something that definitly struck an impression in my mind.
There, in the middle of the air, was Akira, floating crosslegged in the midst of a pale rainbow-ish colored aura. Around her, like a planetary orbit, was many inanimate objects, like cards, silverware, and hats.
"A...Akira?" I gasped, confused. I then suddenly clasped my mouth shut, upset at myself for disturbing her...I'm supposing it's meditation.
"Nani ka?" she said, her eyes flying open. Suddenly, the cards, silverware, hats, and other things flew back to their original setting places. Akira, however, was still suspended in the air--but not for long.
Thwump.
There she was, laying right on top of me. This was most definitly an awkward position in my case, not to mention Akira's. She lay there for a second, catching her breath--the fall was from a considerable distance--and then her eyes flew open.
We both turned bright red, needless to say.
Suddenly, before I could say anything, Akira put a finger over my lips as she sat up.
"Do not, I repeat do NOT, say ANYTHING about this to everyone else! I'm not sure they can handle it yet!"
"Handle what? Your telekinetic powers?" I said, as if telekinesis was a natural thing in humans.
"Yes, my telekinetic powers!" she said, her eyes wide. "No, the fact that I dye my hair. YES THAT!"
"Don't hafta be so sarcastic," I said, feigning hurt. Her eyes softened and she scooted up closer to me, her arms wrapped around her knees.
"Sorry," she said, looking at her feet. "Although, I bet you know what it's like more than anyone else...you said so yourself that you know how to read minds...well, sorta. Please don't say anything...please?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
Damn, but she was cute. I nodded begrudgingly.
"Thank you SO much!" she said, jumping up and kissing me on the cheek. "Better go help fix dinner, 'kay 'kay?"
As she jumped down the steps, I touched my cheek slowly. Don't remember anyone kissing my cheek like that.
As I walked down the steps after her, I turned red again.
Awws...wasn't that cute? ^^; Bet you know what I'm a'fixin' to do, aren'tcha? Muwuahahah...well, gotta jet! Leave any questions and comments, 'kay 'kay? Thankies! - Yoshiko
