Word of the day: Nightmare

Pairings: Akaba/Sena/imaginary Panther

When Junko heard that her brother was going to America for a worldwide football competition, she devised a plan: She would be going with Hayato and his team in order to get him and he girl who she approved of together. Of course, her brother would eventually discover the extra weight in his luggage, but it would be too late anyway.

"Junko, why do you do this to me?" Hayato sighed, rubbing his temple.

"Because it's for a good cause," she replied, looking out of the window.

Regardless of the situation, it was just all too thrilling (for her part) to get out of the country for the first time. As for Hayato, he wasn't sure what to do with his troublesome sister. Perhaps he should ship her back to Japan in her sleep. And then find a place to stay at in America just to avoid being mauled by her.

"Hey, is that Soni over there? Say hi to her, stupid." Junko nudged him hard on the side, pointing at Sena.

"That's Sena, not Soni," he sighed.

"Whatever. Just give her a kiss or something."

"Your presence is making my low E string to high E string."

"Boo hoo. Just cry me a river." Junko rolled her eyes.

Somewhere in the plane, Kotaro pitied Hayato for having to sit next to the demon girl of total and complete evilness. And yes, the kicker and she met up numerous of times to the point where he had forgotten about football practice and wasted a week just to get back at the girl, but it was like a rabbit versus ten vicious wolves. Too bad he had to be the rabbit.

"Fuu, you're so inconsiderate."

"Oho, like I care."

Night came by and everyone went to sleep.

All except Junko…and Hiruma.

/00/

Long, long ago, there were two forces: the good and the evil (how ironic). The good had been protecting a power that if stolen by evil's clutches then the world would be known to destruction. However, evil came up with a plan to get past good and steal the power. But when good heard of this, it divided the power into seven and planted them into six soon-to-be warriors. Evil was outraged and sought to kill these warriors, so it waited.

Who are these warriors? Why do they fight against evil?

They are Power Rangers! And they fight for justice!

Red Ranger is the awesome leader. He is brave and smart and musical. He fights with a guitar that has a laser beam.

Blue Ranger knows what to do! Always! He'll beat down the enemy with his mighty height and icy glare.

Black Ranger, strong and still, is strong and still. He sometimes gets confused for being White Knight instead of Black Ranger. Huh.

Green Ranger is the tech guy here. He makes all the gadgets and robots and the explosive junk. He's so brainy that his head won't even fit in his helmet!

Orange Ranger is second in command. He's a chipper fellow, but once you anger him there's no way to avoid his super charge! He'll flatten you in a minute! Here's another thing to watch out for: his killer-shiny-sparkly-bright smiles of doom.

Pink Ranger won't even get you started on that rumor! No, seriously, she won't. She'll just tear off your lips and knee you so hard that you won't double over but quadruple over! So have it in your head that Red and Pink Rangers are siblings, not a couple.

Yellow Ranger is small but fast! She can outrun any enemy and can wow them with her agility.

Good may had seven warriors, but evil was way ahead of the game. Hatred, Doom, Death, Cruelty, and Muffins were warriors of evil, here to get rid of the goodliness and all that stuff.

Bloodfist is the captain of the group; huge and powerful, he has a bit of an ego. His ego is so big that he finds meetings to be unnecessary and so ditches them for women and alcohol. Another fun fact: he's an arch nemesis of Orange Ranger.

Darkfeather's arrogance can rival that of Bloodfist's, but at least he doesn't prance into a bar every time. A cool and calculating man with great hair that can beat a Casanova's.

Killzone is—seriously—a funny, funny guy. Too bad he'd kill you without a thought.

Deathclaws is tall—taller than Blue Ranger even! He can catch flying missiles and hurl them right between your eyes. Sometimes, this aggravates Greem Ranger. And sometimes, Deathclaws gets aggravated whenever Green Ranger uses his shiny-baldy head of justice to blind him.

Nutcracker is…! Is…Well, he doesn't really crack nuts—or some other implication thought of—unlike how his name states it. But he couldn't think of an evil name so he came up with Nutcracker, which is intimidating enough. Anyway, he and Yellow Ranger are known to be opponents in speed, but they are actually friends. Only in secret, that is.

That until that one battle…

The sides of good and evil were on the field, busying themselves with punches and kicks and stabs and jabs and all sorts of attacks. Green Ranger was back in home-base since he was working on making robot minions to take care of their enemies for good.

Red Ranger was shooting laser beams at Darkfeather who was dodging quite swiftly.

Orange Ranger was being tackled by Bloodfist. He inflicted the same damage to him.

Blue Ranger had Killzone and Deathclaws charge right at him. It was a good thing that Black Ranger had made it in time.

Yellow Ranger and Nutcracker seemed to be having a running competition.

Pink Ranger was sipping tea.

"What are you doing?" Red Ranger called over his shoulder. He was giving Pink Ranger a disapproving look.

"What's it to you?" she snapped.

"Get on the field and fight. That's an order."

"Tch." She set her cup down and pointed at Yellow Ranger and Nutcracker. "What about them? They're just goofing around!"

The two stopped on their tracks, and so did everyone else. "Goofing around?"

It was obvious that Yellow Ranger was blushing despite her helmet. "I-I, uh, well, um…"

"Is this true?" Bloodfist shifted his eyes onto Nutcracker, raising an eyebrow. "You're not fighting her?"

Nutcracker rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well…yeah."

"Why?" he growled.

"Here, Yellow Ranger." Pink Ranger tossed her a knife, in which was awkwardly caught.

"Um, w-what am I supposed to do with this?" the small Ranger asked, holding it up.

"Kill him, duh."

"What!"

"Just slit his throat or something." Pink Ranger shrugged. "You know, like how I always do when it comes to Killzone's army of monkeys."

"Gorillas," Killzone corrected, giving her a wink.

Pink Ranger shuddered.

Red Ranger gawked. "Are you hitting on my sister?"

"Hey, it's her fault for looking so fine in those pants."

"Bastard, quit ogling!" Pink Ranger barked indignantly.

"Bastard, quit touching!" Darkfeather chucked a disc at Nutcracker's head.

"Hiii!" Yellow Ranger's blush intensified so much that her helmet itself was blushing. "N-Nutcracker!"

"Sorry!" Nutcracker held up the offending hand. "I just couldn't help myself."

"Why is Darkfeather so furious?" Blue Ranger wondered. "He's not normally like this, is he?"

"No, he's not," Deathclaws said.

As the two towering figures were racking in their brains for an answer, Killzone was flirting with facial expressions while Black Ranger trotted to the table to join teatime with Pink Ranger.

"You know, choosing the lesser of the two evils is still choosing evil," Orange Ranger piped.

"Hiii!"

/00/

"Why am I the one with a creep staring at my ass?" Junko huffed.

"Kekeke, to make the dream more interesting," Hiruma chuckled, continuing to type.

His laptop had a thick wire that was attached to a metallic helmet. The helmet was adorned with other wires and bolts and junk that geeks like Takami or Yukimitsu could identify. The one who was wearing it had to be no other than Hayato who was in his deep sleep.

"This is more like a nightmare than a dream." The sister of the guitarist shrugged. "Well, to him anyway."

"Kekekeke!"

/00/

"Wait a minute…You mean that Yellow Ranger was having an affair with Darkfeather and Nutcracker!" Red Ranger choked on his words.

"HIII!"

"So does that mean you're not going to kill him?" Pink Ranger called to the girl, ignoring the lecherous glances casted by a certain pervert.

"Yellow Ranger wouldn't do that to me!" Nutcracker held her by the waist. "She loves me and I love her!"

Darkfeather, no longer being able to maintain that coolness, was sulking in a corner. Bloodfist muttered something about needing a can of beer.

"B-but Yellow Ranger," Red Ranger said shakily, "I thought that you and I were together…"

Yellow Ranger tilted her head. "Eh?"

"Really! Remember when I called you 'a sweet melody that can soothe a weary soldier's (that's me) heart'? And then you giggled and I chuckled, and I leaned forward and kissed you! And then I asked you to go out with me and you said yes! Remember?"

"Dude, having delusions about my girlfriend is just wrong." Nutcracker gave him a dry look.

"But it's true!" Red Ranger insisted. His guitar, forgotten, was lying about. "And she's not your girlfriend!"

"I guess you're right." Before Red Ranger could question him, Nutcracker knelt on one knee and held out a ring before the ranger of yellow. "Will you marry me?"

She gasped. "Oh, Nutcracker! Yes! Yes! I will!"

"Hey, Red Ranger! She's my fiancée now so you're officially correct."

/00/

"The idea was to get my brother and Sena together, not this foreigner and Sena."

"Then that wouldn't be fucking interesting, now would it?"

She tapped her chin. "I guess you're right."

/00/

Red Ranger stared in aghast as he watched Yellow Ranger in a wedding dress and being carried off by Nutcracker into a white carriage where they would live in a big castle and have a lot of children.

"No! This can't be! I thought we had something special!"

/00/

When Hayato woke up, there were bags underneath his eyes. Junko wondered how well her brother took it.

Well, likely not so well.