Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers. So don't try to buy them from me. Please don't get all offended because I mocked your favorite Ranger. I try to mock them all. Besides, it's just for fun. I really do enjoy the show :). Hi to all from AFPR…especially my fellow Psychos. Please let me know if I make any errors. I have no difficulty with receiving constructive criticism.

This is story number six. It was requested by huntersgrl 13.

Just a reminder to get in your requests (Rangers only) by August 25. Only one request per person. Thanks.

Hunter and Justin

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Hunter yawned as he leaned back in his chair. He hated, absolutely hated it when he got stuck behind the counter at Storm Chargers. Kelly had gone on vacation…well, actually she had just run screaming out of her store after the guys had gotten bike grease all over the merchandise they had been inventorying. Worst of all, Blake and Dustin had called "not it" and ran out of the store before Hunter could do the same.

He had considered just walking out. After all, there was no one in the store at the moment. But, his sense of duty wouldn't allow him; nor would the thought of Kelly ripping his heart out if anything got stolen.

He was just about to take a little snooze when the door opened. He warily eyed the young man in blue before closing his eyes again.

"Whoa! What a neat-o store!" shouted Justin enthusiastically. He began to dash from item to item. "Skateboards, cool! Surfboards, awesome! Sneakers, intense! Bike helmets, excellent! Jock straps, unbelievable!"

Hunter groaned, there was no way he'd get to nap now. "Is there anything you're looking for in particular?" he grumbled quietly.

Justin didn't hear him. He just kept running around the store.

"Hey!" called Hunter. "Stop touching all the merchandize!" He began to feel nauseous at Justin's erratic movements.

"What?" asked Justin as he paused in his explorations. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not going to break anything. I'm a trained karate black belt. Stealth is my middle name." With that, he turned around and accidentally stepped on a skateboard. "Wooooooo!" he exclaimed in surprise as he crashed into a row of surfboards, causing them to topple over onto the store's trophy display case causing it to smash.

"Oh, I don't believe it," moaned Hunter as he dashed to the mess. "I just don't believe it."

Justin stood up and dusted himself off. "Uh, sorry, I didn't see that skateboard."

"No, not that." Hunter picked up a now-crushed trophy. "These damn things were supposed to be made of solid gold. Looks like we've been risking our necks racing for gold-plated plaster of paris."

"Oh," said Justin in relief. He began to pick up the broken glass. "That's great, because I thought you were going to blame me and I just can't afford to pay for this because I lost my job at Tommy and Rocky's Dojo because they said I was completely irritating which I just can't see."

Hunter looked up from the trophy pieces. "Who said you didn't have to pay for this? Look at the damage you did. Kelly's going to go ballistic!"

"Who?" asked Justin.

"My boss," explained Hunter. "Nice person, but a bit of a skinflint. She pays me little enough as it is. There's no way I'm going to let her take this out of my pay." He eyed the damage thoughtfully. "Let's see, I'd say two thousand dollars should cover the damage."

"WHAT?!!" exclaimed Justin. "That junk can't be worth more that two hundred at the most. Besides," he picked up the red skateboard with a gigantic SHANE written across it. "Since when are skateboards left loose on store floors for anyone to step on?" He began to rub at his leg. "Yep, I can see a nice injury lawsuit for negligence." With that, Justin began to limp around and moan in mock pain.

"Forget it!" said Hunter in alarm. "There's no charge. Besides, I see who'll be paying for this damage." He couldn't even count on his hands the number of times Kelly had screamed at his red teammate for leaving his skateboard on the store's floor.

"Oh, thank God," sighed Justin in relief. He stopped limping and began to help Hunter pick up the surfboards.

"Thanks. Was there anything you wanted to find in particular?" asked Hunter.

"Well, actually I…oh wow! Look at how those clothes are sorted by color." Justin ran over to the blue section. "Sure would make shopping easier if all stores did that."

Hunter smiled. Finally, here was a customer who actually appreciated the Rangers' method of selling clothing. Even Kelly couldn't understand the purpose of such a system. It seemed like only a Ranger could prefer…he gawked at Justin for a second. Then he shook his head. Nope, there was no way.

"Hey!" called Justin, snapping Hunter out of his reverie. "Why do you have two sets of blue? I mean you have light blue here, and dark blue over there."

"Actually, that's navy."

"And the same with the reds. What's the point of having two red sections?"

Hunter sighed. "Those clothes aren't red. They're crimson."

"Crimson?" chuckled Justin. "That's got to be the stupidest color ever. Who in their right mind would go into a store and say, 'I want to buy a crimson outfit?'"

"Hey!" cried Hunter offended. "It just so happens that we have a Crimson Thunder Ranger in this town."

"Oh, I see." Justin looked thoughtfully at the colors. "So, I guess you also have Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, and Navy colored Rangers as well?"

"Yep," replied Hunter, relieved that Justin was finally getting the idea.

"And I suppose the Yellow and Crimson are for the girls?"

Hunter shook his head. "Are you kidding? To…uh, I mean their female Ranger wears blue."

"Blue???" Now Justin was offended. "But, but, that's a guy's color."

"Since when?" asked Hunter. "Women wear blue all the time. And guys do wear yellow and crimson."

"But, but, but, but," sputtered Justin who's sense of the world was being turned upside down.

"Anyway," said Hunter as looked at Justin threateningly. "You'd better stop mocking the Crimson Thunder Ranger. He's a very big and mean guy who'll rip you from limb to limb."

"Eep!" yelped Justin as he jumped back in fear from the imagined threat. This caused him to crash into a rack of blue shorts, causing it to fall into another rack of clothing. Clothes rack fell upon clothes rack until there was clothing all over the floor of the store. "Heh, heh, sorry about that," apologized Justin embarrassedly. He began to pick up the fallen clothing.

Hunter glared at him before he hefted up one of the fallen racks. "Are you always this clumsy? Or did one our competitors send you over to sabotage us?"

"Huh?"

"That's it. Isn't it?" Hunter's eyebrows knitted together in anger. "Who sent you here? Was it those Neanderthals from Total Pro Sports?"

"Hey, it was just an accident," Justin replied defensively. "You scared me."

But Hunter wasn't listening. "Or maybe your working for one of the teams we're racing against this weekend. Keep the storekeeper real busy while you go in the back and sabotage the bikes."

"If you hadn't noticed, I've been here helping to pick stuff up." Justin shook his head in bewilderment. "I haven't gone near any bikes."

"Oh," said Hunter. "Well, then I guess you're just a klutz."

"Hey!" cried Justin. But he let it go. At least he wasn't being accused of sabotage anymore. Besides, he was just too busy slowly hanging up a rack of sports bras. Very slowly hanging them up.

"An immature klutz at that," commented Hunter who noticed that Justin was practically drooling over the female undergarments. "There," he said as he hung up the last piece of clothing. "Now, unless you're here to buy a bra, I suggest you finish with those and tell me what you came in here for in the first place." He had noticed that customers were now beginning to fill the store up and he certainly didn't want to waste any more time with this idiot.

"Oh! I almost forgot. I was sent in here with a message."

"A message?" queried Hunter. "What kind of message?"

Justin paused in thought. He stood for several minutes in thought.

"WELL??!!" demanded Hunter.

"Oh yeah, this guy with a yellow shirt told me to tell you 'dude, you'd better hurry over here, dude, because we just saw that Chooboo dude stealing the Crimson Thunder's Ninja Glider Cycle. And, like, I think he was yelling something about going to the car crusher in the junkyard.' Or something like…"

"Nooooo!!!!" screamed Hunter as he flew out of the doors. "My bike! My beautiful bike! Watch the store for me!" he cried over his shoulder.

"I knew it," smirked Justin at Hunter's unintentional admittance to being the Crimson Ranger. He thought Hunter had been just a bit too offended by his mocking of that stupid color. "Well, I guess I'll just…ulp!" he gasped as he suddenly found himself by a large crowd of customers with questions and complaints.