1Cam stared down at the glowing green charm incredulously. "You're telling me that the Green Samurai Amulet talks!" The stone was now shimmering in what he could only perceive as amusement. Or at least that was the emotion that was threaded through the voice speaking inside of his head. Only to my Holder! I am not some sort of hussy! But at least you realize you're not going mad.

"I'm not too sure of that." Cam muttered as he sat down.

Oh, come off it! I've had more Holders convincing themselves of that then you would believe! It's not fun warning people of danger and then having them ignore your advice. Cam hung his head and sighed. You sound distressed boy! ... and I need a name to call you. Boy and young man are just getting repetitive. "I'm Cameron Watanabe, pleased to meat you." Oh, then I'll call you Cam then since we are to get rather closely acquainted. What seems to be the trouble? And sighing again Cam began to relate his stories to the amulet.

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Standing in his room Cam shook his head and stared at the outfit he and the amulet had concocted. They had taken his fathers ninja dress robes and fitted them to Cam's body but also removed the markings of rank and status and replaced all the red with green from his mothers dress. Then the amulet had given him instructions on how to make a good mask out of the green velvet and boning of his mothers dress, finally finishing it up by placing the symbol of a samurai on it. A symbol that he was still arguing against.

"But I don't have any formal training!" Oh, pish tosh, you taught yourself ninjutsu on your own and are probably better then anyone from the Academies. Unless they're Rangers and then they are probably at your skill level. Cam scowled and accepted her arguments. Plus, I accepted you which makes you a Samurai whether you believe me or not. "Fine." He muttered and began packing his things into the small bag that Lothor would allow him on the trip. His Uncle did not allow him to own much anyway so it was not difficult to fit everything he would need in. However he was unable to carry weapons, if needed he would have to steal them from the Castle's armory.

Tell me, is this Prince Hunter handsome? Cam spluttered and heard the amulets mental laughter. "What! I wouldn't know, I've never met him." Hmm, the stories say he is, so your cousins Mara and Kapri will try hard to gain his heart. Or at least his... "Not another word." Cam muttered. The amulet stayed silent and Cam sighed gratefully. He had enough to deal with without the amulet discussing the Prince's attributes. After all Cam had never met the man, and he had to keep him distracted enough so that he would ignore Mara and Kapri. The difficulty of which would increase if the man realized the political benefits of marrying either of his cousins.

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Hunter Bradley swung at the practice dummy, taking out his aggression on the bit of wood and cloth. He had spent all day cooped up with his family while they greeted guests for his brother's wedding and of course once the guests had greeted Blake, Tori, and their adoptive father Omino properly they all came over and goddamn flirted with Hunter. Even the married ones and really old ones and it was beginning to piss Hunter off. He was not some sort of prize bull to be won over by the skill of someone's tongue! He was a Prince and a ninja and the Crimson Thunder Ranger no less! In all honesty he knew that he was considered quite the catch but Hunter didn't wish to marry for political reasons, not that he couldn't find a good match if he looked hard enough, he just wanted to marry for the same reason Blake had.

For love.

Sighing Hunter preformed a round of cool downs before heading to the sauna to relax. By far the most annoying of the 'suitors' had been that Dark Ninja's daughters, Karha and Mapri or something. Duke Lothor had transported himself in early that morning and had been one of the first inline to greet him once he had sent their single servant up to prepare the rooms. From the way Lothor and his daughters referred to his servant, the blond was sure there was something about him that made him a better marriage choice then the ditzy and bitchy daughters. Jealousy was such an easy tell sign.

He was surprised though that with so many ninjas coming in and trying for his hand that none had followed him into the practice area that the main castle kept. Realizing that trying to take his mind off of matters was only making him think more about them, Hunter firmly wrapped a towel around his waist, and opened the door to the sauna stepping out, only to come face to face with a young black haired man.

"Sorry, excuse me." The young man murmured and quickly shifted his direction to the doors of the gym. Hunter blinked as he took in the young mans slightly threadbare clothes, his slim waist, and strong shoulders, not to mention his really nice ass.

"Hey! Wait!" The black haired stranger turned slightly to face him, his head slightly bowed in servitude, though from the pinched corners of his mouth and the slight snapping of his eyes Hunter guessed it was forced. The other man was probably a servant then, though obviously not one born to a life of servitude. "I was just leaving, you have the equipment all to yourself." There was a spark quickly hidden behind the young mans glasses and Hunter wondered if it was excitement at having the equipment to himself, but the brunet's next words stomped on the other mans hopes.

"Ah, my Duke Lothor had asked me to assess the training facilities in case he felt the need to practice." Oh, so Hunter had been right about Marah and Kapri being jealous of their far more marriageable cousin. "I am afraid, my lord, I must be returning to him." With this the servant turned once more to face the doors.

"You know, you're real polite but it's not how you address a crown prince. Usually you say 'your highness' and wait to be dismissed. Turning your back on me could be considered a punishable offense."

"You're Crown Prince Hunter!" The young man shouted in surprise, spinning to find himself face to face with the taller blond who was at the moment only a few inches behind him.

"You are cute." Hunter smirked and kissed the brunet lightly on the forehead before traipsing off down the halls in nothing but a towel.

Inside the training room Cam turned bright red, sliding down the floor as he rubbed lightly on the spot Prince Hunter had kissed. He was busy dying of mortification, and a well hidden much denied lust when the amulet decided to put her two cents in. At least we know he is gorgeous! Cam turned redder and wondered why the floor never opened you up and swallowed you at times like this. And hey! What a stroke of luck, Hunt's interested in you! You lucky dog!

Cam let out a strangled scream and banged his head against the door once, twice, three times before he managed to breathe without fighting the urge to mangle someone. Preferably someone blond.