Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):

Deals, Deception and Deers:

W. R. Winters: Marinette's making progress, yet Alya won't let her. Exactly, if Kitty wasn't there a murder would have happened.

Ninjetti vs Ooze: Round 2:

Song of the divine: So not that much into Power Rangers anymore? Figured you for a multishipper. Huh that's up for debate if it's her betterment. OF COURSE, I'M STICKING TO MY BELOVED ADRIGAMI WORKS! That's not evrn a question ever. 🌸🌸

Boris Yeltsin: Sorry again, BY but the male Ranger is already chosen. Hope to keep your attention anyway. Maybe honorary member down the line. Or try to create a girl.

bobmanv2.0: Glad your interested either way. Thank you for planning, I'll consider your Ranger(s).

"Hunter, get your butt back here!"

The held back (twice) senior yells racing after his best furiend. His dark blue eyes widen as the labrador retriever gets closer to Angel Grove HS.

Nearly tripping but quickly catching himself. Groans from the concrete, getting to a kneeling position. Just glad that his tiny bread and black curly hair are still looking good. Clenching and unclenching his left fist, it's burn scars aching from the trip and pressure.

Hunter thankfully sensing his master not following him. Rushes back to him, with a sloppy lick on his face.

Barking in excitement, his master can't keep the angry glare on his face. "Alright, Hunter chill boy. You know if Ms. Skull-Bitch finds you, I'll get detention. . . again."

'Can't afford that, so early in the morning.'

He thinks annoyed, rubbing Hunter's golden head. Hunter barks happily, walking a bit away to pick what he dropped.

Lefting his left paw up and down. Confused still he reaches his right hand out, Hunter drops what he held in his mouth: a creamy leather wrist band. The moment it touches Grayson's right hand, a harsh unseen yellow lighting bolt shoots throughout his body.

He strongly resists his body from shaking, his left side in more agony. Forcing the pain echoing in his head to stop.

'Damn, weird head rush.'

He quickly shakes his head to clear his thoughts. Hunter barks close to growls, at the now yellow coated leather wrist band. Dark blue eyes smirk, again rubbing his buddy's head.

"Thanks, boy I'm cool now. The pain's gone. Come on, if we hurry we won't get caught."

A mischievous smirk continues to grow, as the 18 year old puts the yellow leather band in his dark blue jeans pocket. Hunter and him race inside Angel Grove HS. Entering inside, he doesn't see Principal Skullovitch yet nor any teachers in the semi-busy hall.

Hunter does run up to a janitor mopping the floors. "Hunter wait!" Pushing pass many students, apologizing somewhat.

Dark blue eyes widen, up ahead a small freshman girl noses buried in a book walks, unaware of the wet floor. . .

Just before he can shout a warning. Her face shots up out the book as if she was electrified. Her dark brown eyes, framed behind pink oval glasses widen confused. In mid-step hovering over the wet floor, she flails about on her right leg, as her left is in the air trying to regain her balance. Forced to lose her grip on her book, it goes flying behind her.

"Ahh! N-not a-again."

He's dark blue eyes widen, charging like bull, to catch her falling body. Dark brown eyes tightly close perparing for the painfully meet with the wet floor. It never comes as she feels big hands holding gently to her shoulders.

"Hey Shorty, you alright?"

A masculine concerned voice, asks from above her. Glancing behind her right, dark brown eyes widen looking way up into her saviour's dark blue eyes.

A shy blush appears on her pale skin. She feels even more stupid then embrassed. All she can do is nod her head, yes.

He moves her away from the wet floor. Yet still looks concerned as she looks around them as if looking for something unseen.

Shocking himself, not only is the girl small in size at 4'11 but she weighs next to nothing. 'Okay, she must breath books more then air.'

He thinks, releasing his careful hold her shoulders. "That's good Shorty. Name's Grayson Cooper. Hey! Aren't you-"

"Cynthia, there you are."

A strong male voice interrupts, Grayson turns slightly away from Cynthia. He sees a short brunette boy in a green hoodie and dark green jeans with black beatdown sneakers staring only at Cynthia as he approaches. Cynthia's blush from before intensifies.

"Good mor-morning, Angel. Hi!"

Grayson stares at the two freshmen curiously. Yet he glares obviously at Angel. 'Oritz, that stuck up prodigy rugrat, in my chemistry class.'

Reaching out his right hand, Angel reveals her missing book. Cynthia actually squeaks in happiness hugging it to her chest. "Oh thank you Angel! Thank you!"

From shy to bold in a blink, Cynthia leaps at the 5'4 brunette in a tight hug. Angel blushes badly, but fights it off. Dark green eyes seem to smile at her. Hugging her tenderly back as tightly.

Unnoticed by Cythina, Angel glares harahy at Grayson. The held back (twice) senior glares back, curiosity in dark blue eyes.

'Okay, point taken you little twerp. YOU'RE GIRL!'

"Cythina, I'll take a detention. I don't want you too." Angel states with a light smirk, said girl giggles cutely. Calming down just before the first bell is about to ring.

She turns around bowing by the waist at Grayson. Smiling softly. "I'm sorry for bothering you Grayson. Thank you for saving me. Have a good day."

Grayson smiles nodding. "No problem, Shorty. Glad I could help ya." Cynthia smiles brightly scurrying away, to class, careful of the floors.

Angel's dark green eyes watch until she's gone. He swiftly turns to Grayson. Tho the guy can tower over him, Angel's not intimidated.

"Stay away from Cynthia. Oh and see you in the detention." Without another word, Angel walks on.

"Hey Ortiz! She's not my type- wait what detention?"

Angel smirks unseen by Grayson. Walking away passing, Principal Skullovitch in her dark black business suit and blonde hair in a professional bun storms over holding a rowdy Hunter. Just as the first bell rings throughout the halls.

"GRAYSON COOPER!"

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

Angel Ortiz BELONGS to Thundering Lord HINT: GREEN/Wolf. . .

Author's Note: My lovelies anyone remember Skullovitch? *Giggles* Before you ask, YES! I'm a hardcore Tommy Oliver/Kimberly Hart shipper. I DON'T hate Katherine Hillard just NOT a fan.

Ranger OCs Accepted:

1) Grayson Cooper/YELLOW/Buffalo: KingOfkinghts

2) Zoe Romanov/BLUE/Peregrine Falcon: meepster202

I still NEED 2 Rangers:

Red: Female

Black: Female