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.

If you haven't done so, please read the first fifty stories in "When Rangers Meet." Thanks.

This is story number eleven. It was requested by Twitch1. I hope the Kim fans don't hate me too much :).

Kira and Kim

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"Where is she?" complained Kira as she looked at the high school's music room door for what had to be the hundredth time in ten minutes. She hefted the guitar onto her knees and began plucking at the strings. She had asked for a puppy for Christmas, but, oh no, her dumb parents went and got her a stupid old guitar. As if she really wanted the dusty piece of future firewood. And now, they were insisting she take some lessons from some high school kid. "One who can't even tell time," grumbled Kira as she looked at her Mickey Mouse watch.

Twenty minutes later, the door burst open and Kira's new music tutor ran in breathless. "Hey there, like, sorry I'm late," announced Kim. She held her hand out to the younger girl. "I'm Kim."

Kira scowled at her. "I had to wait a long, long time for you in this boring room. I missed Sesame Street. And today Ernie was FINALLY going to ask Bert to marry him. Anyway, I don't even WANT to be here. So you'd better have a good excuse." With that, the kindergartener crossed her arms and sat back.

Kim was a bit taken aback by this. "But, I like do have a totally awesome excuse." There was this sale, you know, at Bloomingdale's. And there were these like really cute pink dresses, and pink outfits that I just had to like get."

Kira groaned at this.

Kim took Kira's groan as a sign of interest and continued. "But I like really couldn't decide between the cute pink outfit with the hearts, the cute pink outfit with the flowers, or the cute pink outfit with the kittens. So I had to keep on trying them on over and over again." She frowned. "And like, Tommy wasn't any help at all."

"Oh, really?" yawned Kira pointedly. Didn't this bubblehead realize she had to be in bed in less than an hour? Didn't she even realize that her stupid parents had simply dropped a five year old off alone at an empty high school in the evening.

"Yeah, like I asked him what he liked best and he kept telling me to try on the outfits." Kim sighed. "He said I looked so pretty in all of them that he just couldn't decide. So, I just bought them all."

Kira snorted at this and then made a quick vow to herself to never be such an airhead. "Did you use the booth with the curtain?"

Kim looked puzzled. "Curtain? What…" her face suddenly turned dark in realization. "OH MY GOD! That JERK! That CREEP!" She continued to rant for five more minutes

Kira groaned again, hoping she would never have to meet Kim's creep of a boyfriend. "Look," she interrupted as Kim paused to take a breath, "can we please just get started? I wanna go home. I'm getting sleepy."

"Oh, well like I don't really have a curfew because my mom says that I'm like mature enough to make my own decisions. Like when Tommy comes to my bedroom window…" She continued her story; not noticing the little girl had covered her ears when she began to go into detail about Tommy's nightly visits.

Hands still over her ears, Kira stared at the older girl incredulously. "EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW! I'm going home and telling my mom and dad that you talk dirty!" With that, she got up and headed for the door.

"Wait!" cried Kim, as she dived for the door. "Like, please don't tell. If Zor….err, if my mom finds out about what Tommy and I do, we'll probably lose our pow…err ice cream privileges."

"Uh…huh…" said Kira in disbelief. "Yeah, I don't think that baldhead in a tube will really take your powers for that. From what I heard, he just doesn't want you blabbing about the Power Rangers to everyone."

Kim's mouth dropped open. "How…how…how…" She gulped and then tried again. "How did you know about the Power Rangers? That's supposed to be a, you know, secret."

Kira pulled an item out of her jeans pocket and handed it to Kim. "Power Ranger trading cards. My dad got them for me at K-mart. We all trade them at lunch."

Perplexed, Kim began to flip through them. "Number 34, Billy the Blue Ranger blows up yet another experiment. Number 355, Zack the Black Ranger trips over his own feet while demonstrating his 'hip hop kiddo' to some high school girls. Number 56, Trini the Yellow Ranger eats a preying mantis on a dare. Number 199, Jason the Red Ranger accidentally drops a barbell on his chest. Number 64, Kim the Pink Ranger gives Goldar a blow…. WHAT?!" Kim exclaimed. "I was under a spell of some kind…."

"Oh, sure you were," replied Kira.

"Honest, I was like, you know, hypnotized. I never would've given that monkey creep a blowpop otherwise." Her face darkened as she studied the wrapper. "Who made these cards up anyway? Probably one of those nosy photographers. I just can't stand those losers. They're just so like annoying and they never stop bugging you. And they never get my good side. Besides they…." Her eyes bugged out. "A Zordalpha production?? Why those two no-good…. I've got to tell the others about this. We could make some serious money going on talk shows and writing a tell-all book" She jumped up and grabbed her bag.

"Hey! Where are you going?" asked Kira. "You haven't taught me anything yet!"

"Ok," said Kim. "Like uhhh…. never wear eyeshadow on your lips. Bye!" With that, she hurried out the door.

"Well, this sucks," groaned Kira yet again. With a yawn, the little girl began to pluck her guitar's strings aimlessly. "Oh, I wanna go home…I wanna go to sleep…but I got left alone by some ditzy creep…."