Disclaimer: Sorry, but there are no Rangers in my bathtub, just a cat with issues.
A/N: Reviews!
GinaStar: Yeah, that was my thought, besides, I always wanted to string my brothers up by their toes...
Mickeylover: I certainly plan to keep this going, I just hope I don't get OOC on the guys.
OB1follower: Sorry about the clifhanger, but I thought it would keep my readers coming back.
New Warrior of Fire: Well, I haven't planned on it. I'm thinking things will be far different than that scenario for them.
I originally intended to switch between Hunter and Blake's pov, but it didn't work that way. Maybe next time I'll do a Blake pov, I'll see how it works.
When Hunter's fever finally broke, he was days away from Blake's birthday, and the precious bike had yet to be selected and paid for. He had some ideas, but he had planned on having a week to pick out the bike, not feeling too miserable to do anything. Now, back in his room and tired from doing some practice katas, Hunter flipped through the bike magazine, knowing that he had to make his choice, and fast. "Hey Hunter," Hunter looked up and found Blake watching him.
Hunter smiled, "Hey Blake, what's up?"
"The prices at Wal-Mart," Blake replied dryly, walking over to sit beside him. "Sensei told me what you did that night."
Hunter shrugged, "I wanted you to learn a lesson, not get killed."
Blake looked at Hunter's magazine, "Oh, the Kawasaki KX 250! I was looking at that yesterday, it's a good bike. Not the one I'd want to own someday, but it's got more power than mine."
"You'd want a two-stroke?" Hunter asked.
Blake shrugged, "I'm not going pro just yet Hunter, and then I'll get the big bike. It's a shame this one only comes in green." Hunter grinned, he could read his brother like no one else, and he knew that his brother wanted this bike. His stomach growled and Blake laughed, "Let's go eat, I'm hungry to."
The brothers headed down to the cafeteria and found themselves catching the tail end of the lunch rush. They got their food and took a seat at the end of one of the table and Leanne joined them, "Hey Blake, Hunter, I'm glad you're feeling better."
Hunter shrugged, "Much better." He put the magazine down on the table, "So, why are you here?"
"I'm on break from the University," Leanne replied, "so I thought I'd come down to see my father, and you two."
Hunter nodded, "What's your major again? Psychology?"
"That was last month," Blake argued, "she's studying education."
Leanne laughed, "I'm actually studying paleontology, and my minor is archeology."
"Bones and pot shards," Hunter nodded wisely, "a very impressive course of study."
Leanne through a dinner roll at him, trying to looking annoyed while holding in her laughter. "Not just pot shards," Blake said gravely, "rocks too. She can tell the life history of a rock if she wants." He got a smack against his head for his troubles.
Hunter was about to add something when a firm hand fell on his shoulder, "I am glad to see you well, Hunter," Sensei Omino said.
Hunter smiled up, "Hello, Sensei, I'm feeling fairly well."
"I would like a moment to speak with you, please." Sensei said.
Hunter nodded, his hand resting on the magazine, "If you would excuse me, Leanne, Blake," he stood up, noting Blake's suddenly worried face. Hunter winked at him, a silent message that it's ok. Taking the magazine, he followed Sensei into the hallway, "How can I help you?" Hunter asked.
"I wondered if you had the motorcycle picked out for your brother," Sensei said.
Hunter nodded, "He wants this one," Hunter showed the ad to Sensei, "but in navy blue. It would have to be detailed. I have enough for that if you can loan me the money for the bike."
Sensei nodded, "Leanne is going to town for me tomorrow, and she will purchase it. Where do you suggest we take it for the detailing?"
"Mike's shop, he's good and I'm taking my bike down there when I have the money to spare," Hunter replied.
"We'll have the bike for him, Hunter," Sensei said, "do not worry. Now, go and eat. Oh, and Hunter," Hunter turned, "take it easy in practice, being ill can sap more strength than you often realize."
"Yes Sensei," Hunter replied.
When he reached the table, Blake looked up, "What did Sensei want?"
"To remind me to take it easy," Hunter said, "he doesn't want me to push myself too hard."
"Are you going to listen?" Leanne asked dryly.
"I always listen to Sensei!" Hunter said, fake pouting at her.
"As interesting as you two flirting is," Blake said, smoothly, "I have class." He stood and was gone before Hunter and Leanne could react.
"That little brat," Leanne muttered, she turned to Hunter, "Sensei wants me to buy his birthday present tomorrow?" She asked.
Hunter handed her the magazine, "That one," he tapped the picture, "it's a Kawasaki, so they should have it at the dealership. It only comes in lime green, so I'm going to pay to have it detailed for him."
"Navy blue and lightening decals?" Leanne asked.
"Yeah," Hunter said, "I appreciate this, and I'll give you my money tomorrow."
"It's no problem; take it to Charlie's place?" Leanne asked.
"Ew, no, take it to Mike's place. Tell him it's for Hunter, and that I'll be brining my own bike down when I can." Hunter shuddered, "Charlie rips off his customers with substandard paint jobs and high prices."
"Can I take the magazine?" Leanne asked.
"Sure," Hunter replied, turning his attention to his meal, "just bring it back, please."
