AN: You readers are in for a surprise when you get to the second half of this story.
Shadow's Threat
The windows inside Hunter's room were fully open, welcoming the cool, late winter air . As the night progressed, the air grew colder and the whisper of the wind was beginning to turn into a wild howl. But despite the cold, Hunter managed to sleep through the night without any complaint. Sheltered in his thick, red blanket, he was kept warm and comfortable.
It was a different for Blake though. He wasn't too thrilled with the current weather conditions. He constantly awoke from his brief naps, complaining about how cold it was. Unlike his brother, his window was shut in order to keep the cold out. Unfortunately, it didn't do anything to help. This happened about five times before he got tired of it and decided to get out of bed. If he wasn't going to get some sleep tonight, he might as well do something to keep himself busy.
It was around two o'clock in the morning when he got out of bed. He wished he could get some sleep, but the cold got in the way of his sleep. He grabbed a sweater from his closet and put it on, although it only did little to help him keep warm. He went out of his room to see what was going on around the small apartment. Hunter was obviously asleep. The cold never bothered his brother. Neither did the heat of the summer, which was something Blake could withstand. He went to Hunter's room to try and see if he was awake. To his surprise the door was locked. That was something new; Hunter never locked his door before. Why would he do something like that now? He could only come to two conclusions. It was either Hunter was not in a god mood or that he was mad at him for something. Whatever it was he wouldn't know until Hunter got out of his room.
Blake went back to his room feeling less cold. He thought about what it could be that was bothering Hunter, but nothing came to mind except the previous two conclusions he came up with. After a while he just pushed the thought aside and ignored it, although he had a slight feeling of discomfort growing within his mind. He decided to go back to bed since there was nothing else he could do. He would just wait until sleep finally took over him.
On his way to bed, he spotted his sketchbook lying on the floor. It was opened on the page where his sketch of Tori was. He picked it up and decided he would work on since it was still incomplete. After all, he wasn't sleepy yet. He worked on the sketch till he was satisfied with how it appeared. His eyes were tired when he finished and it wasn't long before he drifted off into a deep sleep, still holding the sketch and the pencil in his hands.
~Somewhere in the far east~
The fires burned violently. The air was filled with the screams of the suffering victims. The blazing fire was merciless, destroying all in its path. When it finally calmed down to nothing, but a few burning fires, nothing was left but the ash and dust of the small civilization that once stood there and had only reached its beginning. The small Japanese town was nothing but a memory now.
By the time the rescue workers arrived, they were both saddened and bewildered at the horrific events that had just taken place. They had arrived too late to help. It was certainly one of the most tragic events that some of the workers had ever seen. This new town had only existed five years. But in that short amount of time, it had thrived and changed into a haven for those who yearned to escape the city life. It was a sad fact that many of those lives were lost in the fire.
A young woman stood before the burnt down area. She wore a yellow jacket and a skirt that was just a few inches above her knees. Her hair was short and her face was a bit pale. She was beautiful, but her face bore an expression of sadness as she gazed upon the ruins. Her name was Matsuri Tatsumi as it said so on the tag located on her jacket. She belonged with the rescue workers and was in charge with taking care of injured victims. Sadly, she saw that there were no one to take care of. Tears built up in her eyes and they fell slowly down her cheeks. She didn't lose all hope though. She ran into the burnt down village and desperately dug through the piles of ash and debris, searching for any sign of life. Four others watched her as she continued her search. They too wore a similar yellow jacket to the one Matsuri was wearing. Like Matsuri they were part of the rescue team and also her four overprotective brothers.
Matsuri finally gave up. She found no one. Not a single remnant of the life that was once abundant in this town could be found. Her clothes were soiled from her struggles. Soon, Matsuri fell to her knees sobbing.
One of Matsuri's brothers slowly approached her. He had a rather fair complexion and the second tallest of the five. The tag on his yellow jacket clearly stated that his name was Daimon.
"We came too late," he said softly to Matsuri, placing a comforting hand on her right shoulder. He closed his eyes, feeling his sisters pain.
There was still a small fire burning not too far ahead of them. Their yellow jackets turned a bloody red as it began to burn strongly. Sweat poured down Daimon's forehead from the intensity of the fire's heat. Two of their brothers came running in, carrying hoses to put out the remaining fire. One of them was slightly taller than the other and had hair that reached his neck. The blue shirt he wore under his yellow jacket stuck out a bit. His name was Nagare Tatsumi, according to the tag on his jacket. The shorter of the two had much shorter hair and shared the same facial features as his brother. He looked a bit older though and had that quality of leadership that stood out. According to his tag, his name was Matoi Tatsumi. The two of them used their hoses to put out the growing fire.
The wind blew the ash into the air. Soon the air reeked of death and suffering and became too much for Matsuri to bear. She buried her head on her knees and let her tears continue to fall. Daimon knelt beside her, trying his best to comfort her.
"I'll go get the car," someone behind them said. His name was Shou, the shortest of the four brothers, but still taller than his sister. He shared similar facial features to his brother Daimon rather than his two other brothers. Before leaving, he looked at the scene before him and hung his head low.
"What could have done this?" Daimon wondered.
AN:Guess what? I've decided to have a Thunder Ranger/GoGoV team up story! LOL I think some of you have realized that by now.
Shadow's Threat
The windows inside Hunter's room were fully open, welcoming the cool, late winter air . As the night progressed, the air grew colder and the whisper of the wind was beginning to turn into a wild howl. But despite the cold, Hunter managed to sleep through the night without any complaint. Sheltered in his thick, red blanket, he was kept warm and comfortable.
It was a different for Blake though. He wasn't too thrilled with the current weather conditions. He constantly awoke from his brief naps, complaining about how cold it was. Unlike his brother, his window was shut in order to keep the cold out. Unfortunately, it didn't do anything to help. This happened about five times before he got tired of it and decided to get out of bed. If he wasn't going to get some sleep tonight, he might as well do something to keep himself busy.
It was around two o'clock in the morning when he got out of bed. He wished he could get some sleep, but the cold got in the way of his sleep. He grabbed a sweater from his closet and put it on, although it only did little to help him keep warm. He went out of his room to see what was going on around the small apartment. Hunter was obviously asleep. The cold never bothered his brother. Neither did the heat of the summer, which was something Blake could withstand. He went to Hunter's room to try and see if he was awake. To his surprise the door was locked. That was something new; Hunter never locked his door before. Why would he do something like that now? He could only come to two conclusions. It was either Hunter was not in a god mood or that he was mad at him for something. Whatever it was he wouldn't know until Hunter got out of his room.
Blake went back to his room feeling less cold. He thought about what it could be that was bothering Hunter, but nothing came to mind except the previous two conclusions he came up with. After a while he just pushed the thought aside and ignored it, although he had a slight feeling of discomfort growing within his mind. He decided to go back to bed since there was nothing else he could do. He would just wait until sleep finally took over him.
On his way to bed, he spotted his sketchbook lying on the floor. It was opened on the page where his sketch of Tori was. He picked it up and decided he would work on since it was still incomplete. After all, he wasn't sleepy yet. He worked on the sketch till he was satisfied with how it appeared. His eyes were tired when he finished and it wasn't long before he drifted off into a deep sleep, still holding the sketch and the pencil in his hands.
~Somewhere in the far east~
The fires burned violently. The air was filled with the screams of the suffering victims. The blazing fire was merciless, destroying all in its path. When it finally calmed down to nothing, but a few burning fires, nothing was left but the ash and dust of the small civilization that once stood there and had only reached its beginning. The small Japanese town was nothing but a memory now.
By the time the rescue workers arrived, they were both saddened and bewildered at the horrific events that had just taken place. They had arrived too late to help. It was certainly one of the most tragic events that some of the workers had ever seen. This new town had only existed five years. But in that short amount of time, it had thrived and changed into a haven for those who yearned to escape the city life. It was a sad fact that many of those lives were lost in the fire.
A young woman stood before the burnt down area. She wore a yellow jacket and a skirt that was just a few inches above her knees. Her hair was short and her face was a bit pale. She was beautiful, but her face bore an expression of sadness as she gazed upon the ruins. Her name was Matsuri Tatsumi as it said so on the tag located on her jacket. She belonged with the rescue workers and was in charge with taking care of injured victims. Sadly, she saw that there were no one to take care of. Tears built up in her eyes and they fell slowly down her cheeks. She didn't lose all hope though. She ran into the burnt down village and desperately dug through the piles of ash and debris, searching for any sign of life. Four others watched her as she continued her search. They too wore a similar yellow jacket to the one Matsuri was wearing. Like Matsuri they were part of the rescue team and also her four overprotective brothers.
Matsuri finally gave up. She found no one. Not a single remnant of the life that was once abundant in this town could be found. Her clothes were soiled from her struggles. Soon, Matsuri fell to her knees sobbing.
One of Matsuri's brothers slowly approached her. He had a rather fair complexion and the second tallest of the five. The tag on his yellow jacket clearly stated that his name was Daimon.
"We came too late," he said softly to Matsuri, placing a comforting hand on her right shoulder. He closed his eyes, feeling his sisters pain.
There was still a small fire burning not too far ahead of them. Their yellow jackets turned a bloody red as it began to burn strongly. Sweat poured down Daimon's forehead from the intensity of the fire's heat. Two of their brothers came running in, carrying hoses to put out the remaining fire. One of them was slightly taller than the other and had hair that reached his neck. The blue shirt he wore under his yellow jacket stuck out a bit. His name was Nagare Tatsumi, according to the tag on his jacket. The shorter of the two had much shorter hair and shared the same facial features as his brother. He looked a bit older though and had that quality of leadership that stood out. According to his tag, his name was Matoi Tatsumi. The two of them used their hoses to put out the growing fire.
The wind blew the ash into the air. Soon the air reeked of death and suffering and became too much for Matsuri to bear. She buried her head on her knees and let her tears continue to fall. Daimon knelt beside her, trying his best to comfort her.
"I'll go get the car," someone behind them said. His name was Shou, the shortest of the four brothers, but still taller than his sister. He shared similar facial features to his brother Daimon rather than his two other brothers. Before leaving, he looked at the scene before him and hung his head low.
"What could have done this?" Daimon wondered.
AN:Guess what? I've decided to have a Thunder Ranger/GoGoV team up story! LOL I think some of you have realized that by now.