I don't own Power Rangers Time Force; Saban and Toei (I'm assuming that's the group that made the show.) do. ^_^ Yay yay yay...? ._.;;
"I'm more able to fight than you are," he said. "POWER UP!" And there instead of Trip was the Green Ranger. Upon thinking about it, he was the same person, but yet at the same time so very very different. Maybe it was the helmet.
Anyway, he first got out his V Laser and blasted away the concrete. Then, he tried it on the Darksiren. And as predicable as rain, the Darksiren deflected the attack as if she was a mirror and Trip had shot at it. He jumped over the reflecting beam and closer to me.
"Trip, I told you...you shoulda left when you had the chance!" I cried, worried that he'd get hurt. What would they say if he had to go to the hospital and they saw the spot on his forehead? Or even worse, if he had weird body parts under his clothes, like fins on his ankles or a hidden tail? We'd be in big shit then!
"For once, I'm deciding to be as stubborn as you are," he said simply, pulling out two large clock-hand like...things.
"Interesting choice of weapon, but y'see, no one but I can destroy the Darksiren," I stated, standing up.
"And why not?" he asked, frowning. "I have a 'magic' of sorts."
"But you're not from this century! And you aren't born in a specific time period...it's all very complicated. Even out of all the many thousands of people on Earth now that might have some kind of special ability, only a few can go up against these guys! They're mainly in Japan and around my age. It's too hard to explain now but--" The Darksiren then did a very stupid thing--
It pinned Trip to the wall.
Trip started to groan and revert to being a normal person.
"HEY! You!" I shouted at the Darksiren. "What in the HELL do you think you're fuckin' doin'?!"
"My job," it hissed quietly. "To bring you back with no witnesses."
"Put my friend down," I stated angrily.
"Why?" it asked as it started to press Trip further into the wall. He started to groan some more and he was starting to become paler.
"You'll be sorry for ignoring my order..."
"Huh--what the?"
I pulled out an all-too familiar strip of paper. "Fire, element of man. You are the driving point of every warrior. Fire Talisman, by my birthright as Akira, hunter and destroyer of all the evils of the Zodiac Police...DESTROY THIS DEMON!"
And suddenly, everything became a fiery blur.
Akira was starting to chant. She was starting to chant something weird. Since I was getting the energy sucked out of me, everything was starting to become fuzzy. Yet when suddenly, a large fire-bodied phoenix blasted the black-bodied woman with the body of oil, I looked over to Akira.
She was glowing with the same shimmery opalistic light, but in the middle of her forehead was an interesting three-lined "character" of sorts, that looked like this:
The Darksiren, in the meanwhile, was smoldering into cinders on the other side of the alleyway.
Akira allowed the small strip of paper that had induced the large fiery bird attack upon the Darksiren into her hand and then, and only then, did she calm down.
Looking up, she ran over to me, her forehead cut and bloodied with a couple of bruises.
"Trip, you okay?" she asked. Yes, after she almost got the shit beat out of her, she asked me whether I was okay or not.
Then again, I almost had the life sucked out of me, so maybe that was a smart thing to ask.
"Pshhh...I'm fine. Whaddabout you? You're bleeding like a stuck pig, to quote a book I once read."
"I'm what?" she asked, confused. I managed to get a tissue out of my bag and stick it to her forehead. As soon as it got bright red all over - which only took a few seconds. Once I showed her it, she made a face.
"Well, why don't we both try to get back home, okay?"
"Sure," I said as I started to lift her up.
"I don't need to be helped up," she said, standing up. "I'm fine."
"Yea, but will you be thinking that after walking a block towards the clocktower? Uh uh...I'm carryin' ya there, kiddo."
"No you aren't!" she shouted, a stubborn glare on her face.
"Yes, I am," I said. "And I'm going to put this over your damn cut!" I took out a big wound cyllindar-shaped thing of cloth bandage and started to wrap it around her head.
"Will you just stop it?!" she protested. "I'm FINE!"
"No you aren't. You're in denial. Now come on...your ankle's got to be killing you. You're favoring it." I pointed down to her right leg, which was the one that was pinned under the concrete.
"So what? I'll be f--PUT ME DOWN!" she squealed as I picked her up. "Stop it!"
"Now be a good girl and let me get you home, okay? Okay!" I said as I started to walk down the street.
"I am so going to kill you," Akira said as she crossed her arms.
"Owww," Trip and Akira whined as I put some peroxide on both of their cuts.
"Jen-san," Akira complained, "D'ya hafta put on THAT much of the stuff?"
"Yea," I replied, putting more of it on the cut. "Otherwise, it'll get infected. Now be still."
Akira nodded and gritted her teeth. Trip did the same thing, but then again he hadn't been saying much.
"Akira, how in the hell'd you get so beat up?" Nadia asked, touching her ankle, which was swollen to twice its size.
"Long story. Uhm, you should probably be going..."
"Can't," Nadia said. "Already asked my parents if I could stay over. They said yes."
"Oh...well in that case, we'll have to get a futon out for you," Akira said, reaching for her bag and pulling out a curly-furred teddy bear and squeezing it tightly. "Itee..."
"There there kid," I said as I started to put a nice small Band-Aid on her forehead. "You'll be okay in a second...now we might have to mend that ankle there, if it isn't just sprained."
"Whaat?" she said, hugging the teddy bear tighter. "Oh God..."
I felt around the ankle gently, trying not to hurt her too much. Satisfied that no bones were broken, I got out an elastic bandage and started to wrap her ankle up. "After this, we'll put on a brace and then you'll be able to get ready for bed."
"O-okay," Akira said in a small voice as she hugged her teddy bear. "Just be careful, okay?"
"Lucky Trip carried you over here," I said. "Otherwise, your ankle might of gotten in worse condition than it already is."
She just nodded. Nodded and blushed. The blushing part was what was interesting, especially because Trip was becoming about as red as she was. Ohohoho...so some two people had a crush on the other one. How cute. The sad thing was, they both didn't realize it. >.>;;
I slid the plastic brace over her foot and secured the Velcro fastenings. "Okay kiddo, you're ready to do whatever."
"Doumo--I mean, thanks, Jen-san." She went off to get a shower.
I looked at Nadia. Nadia looked at me. We both looked at Trip. We nodded simotaneously.
Trip was confused. "What are you two thinking?"
"What's it? Oh yea...sore wa himtsu desu," Nadia said coolly as she walked into the other room with me.
"Care to tell me what that means?" I asked Nadia as I pulled up a chair at the dinner table.
"Sure," she said. "Means, 'It's a secret.'."
"So Jen, you're probably thinking exactly what I'm thinking, for the most part about this Akira and Trip thing, right?" I asked, smiling all-knowingly.
"The way you look, you seem as if you think that they need their drivers' liscences."
"That too," I mused. "But 'nuff with the wisecracking. Know anything about matchmaking?"
"Not particularly," Jen said. "I'm more of a specialist on how to finish missions then how to get people that like each other together. People were usually doing it to me, actually..."
"Hey! Even if you have outside experience, it's still experience!" I exclaimed. "Now see here, I'm going to go up after Akira has her shower and stuff. I'm gonna ask her questions and stuff...oh, I'll get SO much dirt!"
"Is that a good thing?" Jen asked, giving me a weird look.
"Think about it. If I find out what she likes in a guy, and it all leads up to good ol' Trip over there, we'll both know whether she likes him or not! Then I go and find out what Akira likes to do on dates...woohoo! It's pure genius," I said, sitting back in my chair, satisfied.
"You okay, kid?" Jen said as she scooted her chair away from the table. "You're starting to scare me."
"I scare lots of people, but I have a feeling not for the same reasons."
"You're meaning looks," Jen said, pointing to my current outfit of cut-off shorts, black halter top with high fingerless gloves that go up to my elbows and a see-though black lace long-sleeved shirt to go over it all.
"Yea. Looks. Kira says that I could be really popular if I aimed to...and I know I can. But I don't want to...popularity's not as fun as it's cracked up to be. You know where I'm comin' from, right?"
"Have a feelin'," Jen said, smiling.
"What've you two been talking about?" Akira said, standing in the doorway with her pajamias, which consisted of plaid pants and a gray athletic shirt with faded Japanese writing on the front.
"Oh...just stuff," I said, winking at Jen. She grinned and winked back.
"Ookay...why don't I just show you where to sleep for the night, okay?"
"Fine with me," I said, smiling.
"Yea," she said. "Whatever floats your boat."
"So, Kira," Nadia said, laying on the guest futon, "what do you like in a guy?"
"Whaaaat?" I asked, blinking.
"Yea. What d'ya like in a guy?" she asked sweetly, turning over on her stomach. "I was just curious."
"Well...I...uh," I stumbled, hugging my teddy bear closer to myself.
"It's a simple question, Kira...what kind of qualities in a guy make you wanna drool? Or at least kidnap 'em so you can have them as your own for the rest of your life. Hmm?"
"Well...I guess they have to be intelligent enough to hold up decent conversation," I said, fiddling with the quilt. "Good looks wouldn't hurt, either. Guys that dye their hair are pretty cute...and if they like what I like, that really gives you brownie points. They have to care about me and put up with all the stuff I make people go through. THat's all, I guess. They have to be funny too...or they at least have to try."
She nodded. "Oh...well, what d'ya like to do for fun?"
"Blade," I said. "Watch movies. Fix computers. Beat up nosy friends that try to fix me up with people. Stuff like that."
"Ha ha. Very hilarious. I'm not doing that, though, honest."
"Sure. ANd I don't have red hair. 'Night, Nadia..."
"KIRA! I'm NOT!"
"Good NIGHT, Nadia. I'm going to sleep now...oyasumi."
"KIRA!"
PHuu...that sorta sucked cos I'm runnin' outta energy...x.x;; I'm not genki anymore..o@_@O;; Well, post your questions/comments whenever, 'kay 'kay? I'd really appreciate 'em! - Yoshiko
