What's Life Without A Few Dragons?

Fiction: Stragglers and Berries

Britin@gmail.com — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 03:04:54 GMT

Title: Stragglers and Berries
Paring: Chiaki/Kotoha
Notes: Chiaki is still lagging behind but Kotoha is there to help him. G Rating

The transition between everyday life and being one of Takeru's vassals seemed seamless for Mako, even Ryunosuke. Everyone seemed to be able to put their dreams on hold except for Chiaki and it made him angry. He'd sworn he was going to surpass Takeru yet he was the only one who seemed to be having trouble letting go. The fact that the other two were older so it be easier for them wasn't an excuse he subscribed to as Kotoha was younger then him and it wasn't an issue for her.

Per usual Chiaki was the only straggler. He might be able to come up with a fly by the seat of your pants and hope you win strategy faster then anyone else but in all other areas he came in dead last and it frustrated him to no end. He understood the risks, especially now, of having others involved but he was a social creature and there was only so much of Ryunosuke's incessant babbling that he could take.

So despite Jii's warnings he still snuck out, though this time he thought ahead and kept to the sidelines, watching as his friends got to live their lives. It was stupid really, a desperate way to feel included in something he wanted so bad he could taste but couldn't have just yet. His life was paused, it would stay that way until each and every Gedoushu was defeated. A fact which was made painfully obvious when Kouji and his girlfriend, a girl Chiaki himself used to be into, walked past as he hid behind a tree. That had been the last day he'd snuck out to see his friends.

It was also the day Kotoha found him slumped against the base of a tree in the yard. She hadn't said anything, just smiled and sat down beside him, her fingers toying with the trimmed grass and waiting for him to speak. At first Chiaki thought if he was quiet long enough she'd leave, but this was Kotoha and he couldn't bring himself to be that mean anyway.

Ryunosuke on the other hand...

“I'm an idiot,” Chiaki muttered dropping his head back against the tree so hard that Kotoha winced “Why wait for me when Kouji's right there?”

Kotoha was confused, anyone would be, but she gave him a reassuring smile and patted his arm, “Your not an idiot. Kouji,” she blinked and looked thoughtful, “That was your friend right?”

He offered her a lopsided smile glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, “The girl he's seeing is the one I liked in high school.”

Chiaki was almost expecting Kotoha to pat him on the shoulder and tell him it was okay, there would be more girls. Instead she made a face like she'd eaten something sour or a disapproving Grandmother, complete with narrowed eyes and crossed arms over her chest.

“She's stupid,” Kotoha said adding a little determine nod at the end.

This got Chiaki's attention and he sat up straight staring at her, “What? Why?” The particular girl, Yuriko, had always seemed so intelligent in school that he couldn't picture her on the other end of the spectrum.

“Kouji in place of Chiaki?” She genuinely looked confused. “Your brave, strong, and your stroke order in calligraphy class is getting much better! This girl is very stupid.”

Chiaki just kept staring, her words repeating over and over in his head. It wasn't long before Kotoha started to blush and tried to look away but he wouldn't let her, his hand gently cupping her chin and forcing her eyes to meet his.

“You really think I'm brave? Despite all the dumb things I've done?”

Kotoha made a small noise of agreement and Chiaki's grin grew right before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a feather light kiss, one of those so light it might not even have been real contact kiss. To him she tasted of berries and when he pulled away both of them were blushing. Kotoha giggled, one hand covering her mouth, but her eyes never left Chiaki's as he grinned back at her. As the pair settled back against the tree again, fingers laced loosely between them, Chiaki decided that Kouji could keep Yuriko. He had something a much more precious.

Fiction:

Britin@gmail.com — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 02:38:37 GMT

I feel like I'm floating...

Title: Distraction
Notes: Inspired by imouto, written as a distraction for Mariko, and um...yeah save the peanuts cause the elephants are tricky. Aliens to, little black ones, they steal eyeballs. And dude why is my bed moving? Oh yeah, uh also like um...it's G?

Summer's parents might have grown up some, come to terms with the fact that they no longer had unlimited funds or a place of power in the world but there was still quite a ways to go. A perfect example was that they hadn't fully mastered the skill of picking up after oneself, the garage was a complete disaster and they were conventionally missing. In fact everyone, outside of the garage's usual occupants, had made a run for it either during the battle or at some point quickly afterwards lest they be asked to actually do something for themselves. This left the Rangers and Doctor K standing amidst a collection of upset tables, torn decorations, and decadently wrapped presents whose owners hadn't thought to grab them before they dashed.

Ziggy of course had wanted to open the presents, maybe there'd be something good inside, Summer had insisted they were going to be returned and had instead distracted him with a broom and instructed him to start sweeping. Not far from the mop top young man, Dillon and Scott were working on putting away the chairs and filling garbages with torn table clothes and miscellaneous decorations. Flynn, meanwhile, was trying to see if there was any part of the cake that might be salvageable after Tenaya 7 used it as impromptu facial while Dr. K did what she did best, supervise.

The petite genius was sitting at a table, glass in hand and staring at it with a rather strange expression. She was still dressed in the wedding gown and had her lab coat on over that, the combination a bit odd though no one said anything. She was tilting the glass back and forth, watching as the liquid slipped over the edge of the glass before taking a large sip and giggling.

“This juice tastes funny,” she giggled again, a sound which drew everyones attention because the only emotion they'd ever seen her show was anger, “The carbonation tickles.”

His expression cautious Flynn slowly edged his way over to the table and reached out to pick up the bottle, eyes widening as he read the label then looking from the bottle to the good doctor and back before setting it down and swiftly moving back to the sidelines. The others all looked at him waiting for an answer and he just held his hands up in the universal 'leave me out of it' gesture. Operator Series Green however seemed to be lacking in self preservation at times and decided that if Flynn wasn't going to tell them what was up then he was going to save the day and do it. Or something like that. So following the Scott's previous movements he to checked the bottle then promptly dropped it back on the table where it tipped over before Dr. K snatched it up and poured more into her glass.

“That isn't juice doc,” he was shut up quickly when Dr K yanked him down to her level having quickly drained her glass and was now staring at him with unfocused eyes. “Uh, can I help you Dr K?”

She giggled, then hiccuped a little and then gave Ziggy this slightly flirtatious smile that had Dillon wishing he had a camera so that he'd have blackmail material the next time she pulled the fridge cannon training routine.

“Operator, Giggle, giggle, Hello Operator! Operator series uh...”

“Green,” Scott chimed in from across the room, ever the helpful leader.

“Yes!” Dr. K chirped giggling like a school girl, “Green guy!” She was grabbing the front of his rented tux with one hand now and pulling him very close, the other hand pointing in the corner near Summer, “Get into your suit, which isn't Spandex! And go get rid of those pink elephants before they get into the system!”

Ziggy blinked, Dillon had to leave the room, and the others simply stared until Flynn took it upon himself to head over and unhook the smaller man who looked at him gratefully then took off in whatever direction Dillon had gone. Flynn then helped Dr K up out of her chair and lead her through the mess to her lab, patting her on the back and talking softly and gently as if to a child, telling her they'd make sure to get rid of the elephants right away.

“Change first blue man,” Dr K said as the doors slid open before the pair, “You can't fight elephants in a skirt their tricky and might want peanuts.”

Flynn sent a narrowed glare over his shoulder at Scott and Summer who were snickering, a promise to deal with them later if they ever made mention of it again before turning back to Dr K and nodding, “Aye Lass, I'll make sure to protect the peanuts.”

Thankfully, for Scott's health in particular, the doors slid shut and Flynn didn't see his team leader falling to his knees, clutching his stomach while tears leaked out from laughing so hard. Summer was at lest able to contain herself well enough to venture over to the table and pick up the bottle that the good doctor had been enjoying so immensely earlier and sniffed curiously at the contents after reading the label.

“Odd,” She sniffed again her eyes narrowed, “This is non-alcoholic.”

Scott lost it completely then and Summer, shaking her head at the fearless leader, dropped the bottle in the garbage can and headed off to change.

Fiction: Firsts

Britin@gmail.com — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 02:29:11 GMT

This one is for arytra and since her little amigurumi has yet to reach her I'm considering this my White Day gift to her. Hope she doesn't mind.

Also...five months on Monday. ::goofy grin::

I'm not 100% pleased with the ending but really when am I ever 100% pleased with any of my works? Outside of cloud_sama's corset pillow that is. That pattern takes forever but oh man does it work up nice!

Anywho... Enjoy a story that took forever to write!

Oh and quick note. The Fire is Chicago's soccer team, the Duck's are something I pulled from the web, which if I read the site right, should be from arytra's area.

Title: Firsts
Pairing: Conner/Trent
Notes: Rated M (for the ending, though the rest is like PG/PG-13), the development of Conner/Trent's relationship from their first meeting to the end of the series.

When Conner first met Trent he was a total ass. He hadn’t done it intentionally its just that Trent had the unfortunate timing of moving to town when Conner was still struggling with the concept that it was okay to branch out and make friends outside your stereotype. Therefore he was still guilty of the “I can kick a ball into a goal so I’m cooler then you” mentality. Thankfully Trent was the patient sort. Plus by that point Kira had gotten pretty good with the whole ‘Hitting Conner in the back of the head to knock some sense into him’ maneuver and he had the bruises to prove it.

The first time that they held hands it was completely by accident and had surprised Conner so much that he almost walked right into a tree. The others had come to one of his games and Conner had scored the winning goal, without using his super speed thank you very much. He’d been so excited that he hugged everyone despite Ethan’s complaints about the smell of sweat.

When he hugged Trent though Conner just sort of lingered, enjoying the other teen’s distinctive spicy scent. His cheeks were red when he pulled away but when called on it Conner blamed it on the game. As they were walking to the café though his hand brushed up against Trent’s who grabbed hold of Conner’s instantly. Conner blushed again, thankfully Ethan was to busy talking with Kira to tease him about it, but Trent just smiled and gave him a small squeeze not even bothering to comment on how clammy Conner’s palm had been.

Even with Kira’s encouragement it took forever for Conner to get the courage to ask Trent out. He could take on an ambush of Tyrannodrones on an almost daily basis, battle with Mesogog’s scaly-faced monsters, and handle a pop quiz on top of it all. Spending time alone with someone he had feelings for though? That was the scary part. Naturally she had him do it in public as well as when Trent was working and she was standing over his shoulder because she claimed that if she didn’t supervise he’d never do it.

The two of them were sitting up at the bar; waiting for Trent to bring them their drinks and when he did Conner drowned his in one sitting. Kira, being a lady of course sat there stirring her drink with a straw and grinning, the kind of grin where you knew she was up to something but not sure what, just that it was going to mean trouble for you.

“Hey Conner,” she started taking a slow sip, “Didn’t you say you had something to ask Trent?”

Conner’s cheeks were pink as Trent looked over at him curiously, “Um yeah,” he rubbed at his mouth with the back of his hand wiping off the remains of his juice, “You hear about the game this weekend? The Fire are playing the Ducks, might be exciting.”

Trent blinked looking a little confused, even more so when he saw Conner wince and let out a high pitched yelp and duck down under the bar to rub his shin.

“Is he alright?” Trent asked Kira, brow furrowed.

Kira, who had just kicked Conner nodded, paying no mind to the taller teen as he straightened up and scowled at her, “He probably just pulled something during practice.” She paused to take another sip then glanced at Conner out of the corner of her eyes, “Didn’t you have something else to ask him?”

Conner took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut, an amusing image as he was facing Trent at the time and his cheeks were as red as his Ranger uniform. Opening his eyes he let out the breath with a woosh and along with it asked very quickly, trying not to wince as his voice squeaked like a kid going through puberty.

“Do you want to go out with me on Saturday?”

“Sure,” Trent grinned, “Meet here at noon?”

Collapsed in on his stool Conner just nodded mutely as Trent wandered off to take someone’s order and Kira sat next to him giggling.

“Shut up,” he grumbled under his breath, of course she didn’t listen.

As far as first dates went theirs wasn’t the worst, though it wasn’t the best by any means either but at lest there weren’t any monster attacks and Conner had managed to walk away from lunch not wearing most of it on his shirt. The movie though had been boring, making Conner wishing he’d picked the one with the explosions instead of all the explosions instead of the one with the subtitles. He doubted you were supposed to fall asleep on a date, thankfully Trent didn’t look that upset when he woke Conner up after the film by nudging him in the side he looked amused more then anything which only made the soccer player blush and grumble out an apology. He seemed to be doing that a lot around Trent, blushing that was.

It was not a total failure though because when Conner dropped Trent off at home the other teen turned to him and gave him a hug, saying he had a good time and that he was looking forward to next time. Grinning like a fool Conner drove the entire way home whistling.

Three weeks and two dates later they were walking home from school when the sky which had been threatening rain all day finally cracked open as the pair walked home from school, showering them both in their mad dash for the shelter of a nearby parks pavilion. Lighting split the sky and thunder boomed shortly after, an impressive storm that had left them drenched clothing sticking to them as the huddled together as they sat on top of a picnic bench.

When asked later Conner couldn’t remember who moved first, though Trent claimed that he nearly jumped into his lap after a particularly loud clap of thunder. The end result was the same though; hands fisted in wet t-shirts, noses smashed together, and Trent biting Conner’s lower lip on accident as they moved in at the same time. The first few were so short they might not really qualify as kisses, just faint touches of the lips, but then one of them realized if they tilted their head that way and the other moved just an inch it would work and they were clinging to each other.

Neither one had much experience, Trent’s had come from a game of spin the bottle back in Junior High and Conner, well really this was a first for him but he didn’t seem to be getting any complaints. Trent’s hand buried itself in Conner’s hair, his free arm wrapping around a strong waist to pull Conner as close to him as possible. The soccer star meanwhile was doing this thing with his tongue that made Trent whimper and when he parted his lips Conner’s tongue meet his and the world just melted away.

The next few months were slow, uneventful outside of the usual monster attack. Which was fine with both parties, what they had was too important to loose and they knew better then anyone how precious the simple things could be. There were of course still the shared touches, stolen kisses in between battles, and the occasional date when down time presented itself. Time moved on, the battles increased, and down time practically vanished. The entire team was stressed and Trent holding out on them about his Father didn’t help matters. It was rough all around for a moment and no one was sure they’d even see peace again but they refused to give in, refused to admit defeat.

They fought and they won.

Their first night together was prom night. Cliché as it was it was also the first night where they weren’t carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. It was nice to get a chance to just breath and be with one another. They weren’t the Red and White Rangers, there were no minions, no odd looking monsters, just Conner and Trent, the soccer star and the artist.

Trent’s father was still off chaperoning when Trent lead the way through a dark house and locked the bedroom door behind them with an audible click. They just stared at each other for a moment, not exactly sure who should make the first move. Then Trent was in Conner’s arms and clinging to him like as if he was a life preserver. Their movements were hurried and rushed, limbs tangled in clothing as they tried to undress but were unwilling to let go of one another.

When they finally made it to the bed there was a scattering of clothing littering their path, Trent’s white shirt was in a crumpled mess on the floor a stark contrast to Conner’s black tuxedo jacket lying not far from it. Their shoes were abandoned and Conner’s red bow tie was untied and slipping off his neck as Trent made short work of the buttons on the dress shirt before pulling it off and tossing it to the side to join the other articles of clothing where two pairs of dress pants quickly followed.

They slowed then, dressed only in their underwear, taking the time to explore each other in the dim lighting. Trent’s hand ran slowly over Conner’s chest, developed from hours on the field, his thumb pad brushing over one of the few battle scars they both wore. Conner sighed and closed his eyes, he moved in closer to Trent whimpering softly when the hand was moved away. It was quickly replaced with a mouth as Trent nipped down Conner’s neck before pausing at the collar bone his hot breath and moist tongue being enough to make Conner’s toes curl and long fingers dug into Trent’s shoulders. When Trent chuckled and continued to slowly tease him all of Conner’s restraint left him and he soon had his shorter partner pinned to the matters, leaning on his elbows with their legs tangled and grinning down at him before moving in to kiss him deeply.

It was a tangled mass of sweaty limbs, arching backs, and desperate hands hungry for touches they couldn’t get enough of. Neither one had any experience, they went by touch, finding that Trent was sensitive around his stomach and the back of Conner’s neck was extremely ticklish. Soon they were clinging to one another, shuddering, Trent groaned as Conner whimpered his name collapsing against his chest then curling up beside him and pulling the sheet up to their waists.

They slept until noon and thankfully Mr. Mercer didn’t question why Conner was joining them for lunch and wearing some of his son’s clothing. Ethan just smirked, telling the taller teen while trying to keep a straight face, that white looked good on him. Kira promptly smacked him in the back of the head then wished the other to a pleasant Good Morning.

There would be rough spots of course, Trent was going to a New York art school in the fall and Conner hadn’t a clue what he was going to do with his future. However if being a ranger had taught them anything it was that there were things worth fighting for, worth protecting, this was one of them. For now though they were content on just focusing on the present.

Getting Ziggy With It

Britin@gmail.com — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:46:14 GMT

First... I might have to change my Twitter name because Da's wife Jullya has found me. Yes I know there is the option to block people but that would get me in massive trouble.

Pathetic. This is just pathetic.

Thank goodness she can't get into my journal.

Moving on, here are two RPM stories, they are Dillon/Ziggy and aren't great but I couldn't help writing them.

Title: Shut Up
Pairing: Dillon/Ziggy
Notes: Rated G

In Dillon's opinion, Ziggy's biggest problem was that he couldn't keep quiet. Even when he first met the shorter man all he did was babble, about nothing and anything, just non stop chatter. Ziggy seemed starved for attention, maybe that's why he wouldn't zip it. In a way the kid reminded him of a used car salesman and the image of the mop top in a bad leisure suit made his skin crawl.

Still, there was just something about Ziggy that Dillon liked, he even smirked at the shadow puppets. Sure he could be loud, demanding, but that didn't mean he was going to let people walk all over him. So Dillon had stood up for hiding behind his desire for desire, an excuse so lame even he didn't buy it. He figured he might as well keep the brat around and maybe they could figure out a way to keep him quite, hopefully with a way they could both enjoy. If not, well there was always duct tape.

Title: Impromptu
Pairing: Dillon/Ziggy
Notes: Rated PG

He'd originally done it just to shut Ziggy up, it was a spur of the moment type thing. Would it have done it if he had time to think? Possibly, but it would have taken long and prodding would have been required for him to even get there. One thing he was certain of was the next time wasn't going to be in a public place. It be nice and secluded, like say in the backseat of his car, because of course there would be a next time.

Kissing Ziggy was different, not that he really had much to compare it to. It had been rough and kind of sloppy at first and included a fair amount of flailing on Ziggy's part. When he finally relaxed and they managed to find their rhythm it was...it was good.

Ziggy just fit. He was comforting and tasted a bit like oranges. He didn't pester Dillon about the extra parts or what he was doing there, which was a welcome break from the norm. Still, as Ziggy made a little noise and moved closer as if he couldn't get enough of Dillon, the taller man discovered that even while kissing he still didn't get any peace and quite. He figured though, as he nipped at Ziggy's swollen lips, that these were noises he could handle.

Mei-chan no Shitsuji Drabbles

Britin@gmail.com — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 00:58:10 GMT

At megthelegend's insistence I've decided to post a couple of Mei-chan drabbles that I wrote this week. The first one is about Tami, my favorite character right after Rihito, and how she isn't to concerned about becoming a lady. The second is about Kento, Rihito's younger brother, and what's going through his head during the series.

Hope you like them!

Title: Untitled
Notes: Tami isn't at school to become a lady...it's just not something she's interested in.

She hasn't earned a single stella since she arrived and sometimes she's amazed that she's managed to hold on to the one she does have. She isn't graceful, there isn't enough class in her to fill a thimble, and she certainly isn't top of her class. None of that matters to Tami though, she's perfectly content where she's at. With Kanda at her side she doesn't really need anything else.

She isn't as slow as everyone thinks, actually she's rather observant. She sees the stress their all under, the pressure to be proper and groomed. It just isn't for her. Always keeping up a perfect appearance, living such a boring life, it does nothing but leave behind a hollow shell, an empty place that you can't fill. Plus all those girls are snide and Tami isn't like that.

Moving up means changing who she is, getting rid of what makes Tami...Tami, and it isn't something she's ready for. Someday she'll have to put away her toys, use a napkin instead of the table cloth, someday. That day is a long time coming though and there isn't any reason to rush it. For now she's content with crazy hats and paper airplanes. Let the others have their society parties and catty gossip as they dance around each other on the way to the top. She's happy where she's at and she wouldn't change a thing.

Title: Untitled 2
Notes: What I think is going through Kento's head in the first few episodes...

Kento's always been jealous of Rihito but up until now it was just your normal sibling rivalry. Rihito was the one who excelled at anything he tried, the one who always came out on top. That was why Kento had left in the first place, Rihito had set the bar way to high. The younger Shibata figured he'd leave butlering to his brother and find something else he could shine in, something that would be just his.

That was then, this is now, and everything's changed. Now he's back at that school with all those prissy girls and their stupid demands, all because of her. Shinonome Mei. He'd follow her to the ends of the Earth and back, for her he'll put up with the training and the harassment.

Its because of her that Kento has a new reason to be jealous of Rihito, one that isn't petty or childish, and this time he doesn't plan on running away. Mei might be clueless now but he'll prove himself to her, show her that he's better then Rihito. That he's the one for her and then he'll sweep her off her feet and leave everyone behind. If he manages to top his brother along the way then that works to.

Only Rihito isn't budging and Mei...well he's seen Mei staring. He should just come clean and admit even if she does turn him down. He'd probably be able to deal with seeing her with someone else, as long as it isn't Rihito. The problem is he's stubborn and doesn't want to let go, so he'll fight even if it means getting a little dirty. Everything's fair in love and war after all.

Edit: So I've finally gotten to watch episode five...awesome episode with hugging and Kento kicking butt, but I've noticed something in this episode and in ep four. One of the girls, I can't tell who but I think she's either Luna or Ombra rank, is conspiring with Lucia-sama. It's not a Sole because they have different ties, unless the people in charge got sneaky and made them switch the ties around to surprise us. I just really hope it's not Tami, she's the only other Ombra outside of Mei. Though if you think about it often times the one no one expects is the one who is often pulling the strings. ::crosses fingers:: Please don't be my adorable Tami!

Reposted for a friend...

Britin@gmail.com — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 20:46:22 GMT

The following is from ashmcairo's journal:

Sorry for getting you all involved, but me and the family are hurting financially again. I've already borrowed against my 401K last month to help with getting Lei's car out of the shop, but that still wasn't enough. I'll be contacting my payroll department for a possible payday advance, but we need something now.

If you have a buck or two to spare I'd appreciate it. I figure $250 would be enough for rent alone, but anything more than that will go towards our utilities.

If you can, please pass this along. Thank you.

Here is the direct link for his entry. At the moment they are headed to the hospital to get mkiero checked because she thinks her water broke and she's not due until middle of February.

Kamen Rider Dragon Knight

Britin@gmail.com — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 01:54:03 GMT

Okay, taking a break from knitting cause my left wrist is a bit sore. There is a lot of stitches on these needles already and I'm just at row 40! But I am pleased cause the pattern is really showing through and I've only made one mistake so far and it was easy to fix. Joy!

So! I figured I ought to give my take on the new show. Cut for those who don't want spoilers and are choosing to wait till Jan for the show.

Hmm where to start...

Okay so in the beginning there is this lady (I have no clue why she's important) going through a parking garage and these minions are following her and she like catches a glimpse of one of them out of the corner of her eye but nothing big. The cool thing about these minions though? Their in the glass of other cars, in the reflective surfaces! Like the one Alienizer who killed Tetsu's family (or Sky's Da if you go with the SPD story line) which is actually really awesome, or I think so.

So the things grab her and try to carry her away, still not sure why her...guess she was just a random victim. Anyway they make noise and the guy in the ticket booth is munching on snacks and paying no attention whatsoever and that's when Kamen Rider Wing Knight (aka Sunglasses Guy, aka Len) pops up on this wicked bike and starts beating up the baddies. Its around this time that the attendant figures out something is going on and goes to look, only the only thing he see's is Wing Knight not the bad guys. So I guess normal people can't see these big ugly dudes.

Wing Knight apparently has no issues transforming in front of regular people, or powering down, so I'm guessing there isn't this huge "Can't tell anyone who you are" bit like in Power Rangers and some of the Sentai shows. What's awesome is his bike transformed into a regular, yet still cool looking, bike when Wing Knight powered down. Though why he's going around in sunglasses all the time I don't know...maybe he thinks they make him look bad ass. So anywho he leaves the garage, is driving down the street at night, and then says "Kamen Rider" and transforms in the middle of the road.

Oh yeah and the girl gets away.

It hits commercial and so I flip through to see what other stuff is on and when I get back we meet Kit and he's talking to his Dad while sitting in a Police Office. Seems he's been accused for stealing something only he claims to his Dad that he didn't do it. Then when the Officer shows up to talk to Kit his Dad vanishes and it turns out the guy wasn't there. The officer tells Kit this is the last time he can help him out, that a foster home is better then prison and Kit still insists he didn't steal the stuff. They go to leave and Kit see's his Dad's reflection and the guy is telling him to find some dragon and as Kit and the officer leave the camera zooms in on a Missing Person's poster, it's Kit's Dad.

((On a side note if Kit looks familiar it could be because his actor had a part in the Bratz movie. He played Cameron, the guy who falls for Chloe.))

So then Kit's at his foster home and he's talking to this little kid about how stealing is wrong and the kid points out that Kit did it so of course Kit's got to defend himself. Then they return some picture to whom I think is the kid's sister, Kit says good bye, gets on his bike, and goes back to his old home. I get the impression that because of all the "trouble" he's having, and the fact that he turned 18 that very day, he was given the boot.

So as Kit looks around the place were treated to a few quick bits of Kit and his Dad from when Kit was younger. There is a bit where Dad seems to be building a bike engine and teases his son, then another one where young Kit is looking at a photo of him, Dad, and Mom, and his Dad says how Mom would be proud of him. After he sets the picture down Kit see's this piece of equipment that holds cards and reminds me of the Den-O train pass. He goes out on the balcony with it, gets some kind of electric charge from it and then WHAM! Here comes the dragon. Oooh dragon, I love the way it flies.

Kit, all scared and shaking in his boots, curls up and the card holder thing creates like an energy bubble around him and protects him. The dragon then goes away and being all smart like people in these shows are Kit leaves the building to go after it.

Then we switch to a girl and a guy (the guy is Trent can't remember the girl...she might be Maya.) and their talking about all the people vanishing and the stories of this strange armored guy whose running around saving people. Their in some kind of cafe it looks like, or store, and this older woman (Aunt Grace) asks the girl for tape and as she brings it to her another girl shows up and her name I think is Lacey. There is some banter from Grace and the girls chit chat while Trent tells Maya (We'll just call her this till I remember for sure) that someone scooped her.

Upset at being scooped Maya grabs her stuff and leaves the store with Trent, Grace, and the oddly dressed Lacey behind to wonder what's going on. As she's wandering through the streets though Maya is being followed in the reflective surfaces from the ugly minion people. Kit, who is also out wandering the streets (looking for the dragon I think, or running from it) see's her and see's the people following her and wonders why no one else is noticing so he follows her.

Next their in an alley and I love this cause Kit tells all these bad guys who have shown up "Leave her alone!" only Maya can't see 'em so she's all confused and probably thinkin "Oh great, a nutjob found me." So anywho Kit starts fighting and is getting his arse kicked while Maya actually backs into one of the guys but when she looks no one is there. Eventually she gets stuck in a mirror but then Wing Knight shows up and rescues her and beats up the baddies. He then confronts Kit and wants his 'Advent Deck' (from what I can gather it's like Blade kind of and the cards let them call for weapons and attacks) and goes as far as to rifle through Kit's pockets.

Kit runs off and Maya starts taking pics of Sunglasses Guy who doesn't like the publicity and grabs her camera, drops it, then steps on it. What a prick. I mean he totally transformed in the middle of a busy street but wont let his picture get taken? Must have been a bad hair day. So anyway, Sunglasses Guy goes off after Kit and Maya is mourning her camera when she finds a wallet on the ground and she checks out the ID. It's Kit's.

Meanwhile Kit has other problems, there is a monster in the reflections and it's not the good kind. It's a bit ugly looking spider thing. It's about this point when Kit falls into the reflection and winds up in a world that's similar to ours and he's dressed in simple Rider gear, think Den-O before any of the Imajin posses him. What's funny is he pretty much feels himself up, or at lest he would have been if he had breasts...I still consider it feeling himself up. He's all totally "What the heck is going on man!" Which is awesome cause people transforming and immediately knowing what to do can get kind of freakin old.

So! Big spider thing attacks and Kit isn't doing to well...poor Kit...falling through that sign just had to hurt man. Then we see Sunglasses guy who has realized what's going on and he transforms and gets into this cool contraption that takes him directly to Kit. He tells Kit to back off and uses his cards to call out weapons and attack. Kit seeing how to use the cards does the opposite of running and calls on his own puny sword and charges the spider only to have his sword slashed through by the beast faster then a foam noodle.

Wing Knight defeats the monster and in his stuck up attitude (which has been present through the entire bloody show and will get annoying quick if he doesn't change) tells Kit that he should have just given him the Advent Deck and says that they've got to get out of there to which Kit demands to know where they are.

It's about then that the dragon finds them and oh man I love this dragon! They run away and the dragon chases, it even breaths fire at them! So sweet! Kit wants to know why the dragon is following him and Wing Knight doesn't have an answer for him. Ha! Where's your smug attitude now man? Anywho...the episode ends when the dragon's flames cause a bunch of cars to explode sending Wing Knight and Kit flying into the air.

And that's that...now we've got to wait until 1/3/09 for more but I think it will be worth the wait. Originally I was hesitant about Kamen Rider coming to the states, despite wanting to have it get more fans, because I love the show so much and was very disturbed by the whole Masked Rider thing. The fuzzy thing in that show gave me nightmares...I'm not kidding.

But Dragon Knight is pretty good and I love the bikes. It's got a gritter feeling then Power Rangers and I think we'll appeal to a slightly older audience of young ones and of course fangirls and fanguys of Kamen Rider. I'm hoping the show gets good ratings cause I would love to see some of the others get over here, like Den-O, Kabuto, Fiaz, and Kiva. Though its going to take some getting used to hearing English speaking people saying "Kamen Rider" especially as a henshin phrase.

So!

Pros:
- The bikes are ubber sweet, I want Kit's blue one.
- I like the actors, even while suited we weren't given ubber cheesy dialogue and Kit's reaction to finding himself armored up came across as genuine. (Not that the ubber cheesy dialogue in Power Rangers is all bad!)
- Matt Mullins, the guy who plays Wing Knight (Sunglasses Guy/Len) is from Naperville, IL. He's also like three months younger then me and a martial arts champion. It's a town not to far from me, my Uncle Vern used to live there. Rich people live there but their downtown is totally sweet!
- I like the theme song, it shows all the Riders with their Americanized names in the background and the opening "Lets Ride" line is love. I want an icon sooooo bad.

Cons:
- Using 'Kamen Rider' to henshin is going to take getting used to.
- Matt saying 'Kamen Rider', the way he says it just sounds wrong.
- Len's attitude, I really hope this is going to change soon.
- The way the cut off the ep, I think there should have been more explosions.

So that's it! I'll certainly be tuning in to see how the rest of this series pans out! Oh and if I've got the girls names screwed up let me know and I'll fix it!

Fiction: I'm Gettin Nuttin For Christmas

Britin@gmail.com — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 03:56:19 GMT

Title: I'm Gettin Nuttin For Christmas
Paring: Hinted Blake/Tori, Hunter/Cam
Notes: Blake attempts to write to Santa but doesn't seem to quite grasp the concept and just...rants. Rated G.

Yo Santa!

Okay so I can totally explain man! See like that brainwashing stint? It wasn't my fault man! It was totally Lothor, he's the one who tricked us! He told my bro and I that the Cam's Dad killed our parents and what did you expect me to do? Go over there and say "Hi guys! I think you Sensei murdered my folks but what they hey lets just forget about it and have a tea party!" Uh yeah...no. As for the second one...well okay so maybe Hunter and I should have had a better plan but in our defense we'd just had a wicked race and almost made best friends with a couple of trees. You ever do that? It's so not fun.

And about that whole trying to beat up Cam thing? It was a stupid love spell man! I mean not that I wouldn't get mad if some guy was totally macking on Tori, she's my girl! Even if uh...I haven't exactly asked her to be yet. I mean...I want her to be, I hope she will be. But it was Cam and it was a spell and Hunter chewed me out afterwords for bruising his guy so I got punished enough already. But seriously acne face wash? What kind of present is that?

Oh and can you let Hunter know that giving his little brother a noogie just cause I said dawg isn't fair? The guys just sore that I beat him on the track is all but that doesn't mean he has to pick on how I talk! I mean why doesn't he do it to Dustin? It's always 'Dude this' and 'Dude that'! So what if I say 'Yo diggety'? At lest it isn't like Shane and his 'Word'. Seriously whats up with that?

So yeah I gotta run, we've got a race soon and I've got to beat the pants of my big bro again. He's gonna see nothing but tail pipe!

-Blake

Hunter blinked, looked down at the letter his dark eyes scanning it once again and then looked back up at his brother. Words were escaping him, clearly someone had forgotten to put on their thinking cap today.

"Uh Blake?"

"Yeah bro, what's up?"

"About this letter...you do know that your supposed to ask Santa to bring you presents right? Cause if you send him this your going to go on the naughty list and your going to get coal."

"Really?" Snagging the letter back from Hunter and grabbing the pen he'd tossed aside only moments before Blake quickly scribbled down a P.S. underneath his name then handed the letter back to the dirty blond.

"I've already told you before Blake, we aren't ordering the Magic Bullet, the infomercial is a scam."

"You said to write down what I wanted and that's what I want," Blake muttered as he bent down to tie his shoe then stood and grabbed his helmet, "Now come on where going to be late and you need all the practice you can get!"

Hunter just rolled his eyes, put the letter on the table and followed Blake out the door. Of course not before giving him a little shove so that he could get out first and beat him to the truck.

Fiction: Japanese Transistor Radio

Britin@gmail.com — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 18:08:54 GMT

Trip's letter to Santa needed a little company, so I wrote one from Lucas. I've never written Lucas, outside of rangerville so I hope this one is okay! I snagged the title from my favorite version of the Twelve Days of Christmas by Allen Sherman.

Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it,
so you can listen right through the case.)

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you
can stick in your ear, and a thing on the other end
that you can't stick anywhere, because it's bent.)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television,
but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange:
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television,
but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
Merry Christmas everybody

Title: A Japanese Transistor Radio
Paring: Hinted Jen/Wes, Trip/Katie
Notes: Lucas writes to Santa, follow up to Neesan’s Trip fic On the nice list. Rated G.

Lucas had locked himself in the bathroom, which considering who it was well it really wasn’t all that unusual, except this time he’d taken a pad of paper and a pen. People did say it was the one room in the house where everyone seemed to do their best thinking, though drafting letters to a childhood icon probably wasn’t what they had in mind. Still there was Lucas, sitting on the counter top with the pad of paper on his lap and chewing on the end of his pen.

~~Dear Santa,~~

No…no he couldn’t write that it was way too childish and he was an adult, plus a superhero! Superheroes didn’t start letters with ‘dear’! Well not male ones, okay maybe Wes did but he was a little to cultured for Lucas’s tastes.

Santa-

Ah yes, much better.

Lucas here, I’m writing to you ~~from the bathroom~~ in private cause I really don’t want the others to find out. I mean sure Trip can send you a letter cause he’s…well he’s Trip, he’s kind of childlike and nothing wrong with that but it’s more his type of thing then me. But don’t let Katie know I said that, she has a rather nasty right hook. Still, when you’re stuck so far from home, making a living doing odd jobs, and saving the world on the side…you’ll do just about anything to make sure your friends have a good holiday. But don’t let them know because then they’ll think I’ve gone soft and I’ll never hear the end of it.

If its okay with you I’m going to skip the whole ‘I’ve been a very good boy’ bit cause well if you really are real then wouldn’t you already know that? Besides I think stopping all of Ransik’s goons and putting criminals back where they belong kind of cancels out all the picking on Trip, teasing Wes, and the one time I totally ignored the first few beeps on my Chrono Morpher because they were having a sale on that hair gel I like so much. I swear it was an accident, kind of, sort of, and besides it never happened again!

So anyway this year I’d like the following things and while it’s a tall order I think you’re capable. I’ve seen the television specials, you can’t fool me, I know what you can do.

* I’d really like it if you could give Wes some courage when it comes to Jen. I mean the guy is brave and all on the battlefield but when it comes to girls he simply has no skill! I mean Katie and I even statically placed mistletoe all over the clock tower and still no action! Well I should say no action since it worked for Trip, he got himself a kiss on the cheek from Katie and you should have seen how high he was after that.

* Speaking of Trip I think he needs a break, not just a small fifteen minute one that you get after working four hours in the work place, but a real break. Like an entire day off maybe. That is if he can be pulled away from his workbench for that long. I mean between you and me I really don’t want a stressed out tech working on my stuff.

* Do you think you could maybe help Jen relax a little? Granted I know the Wes thing is for her as well but I’m worried she’s going to start getting some gray hair soon and it’s really not her color you know? Though I do know a couple of really good hair dyes I could recommend to her.

* Katie is a hard one to pick a gift for, which is why she’s getting a collection of rubber ducks for Christmas. I mean I could have gotten her some beauty treatment thing but then she might hit me cause she thinks I don’t think she’s girly enough and like I said earlier she’s got a mean right hook. So maybe if she sees the rest of us all happy and having a good time she’ll be happy? Or you could just wrap Trip up in yellow paper with a green bow and she could unwrap him and…wait…never mind I don’t want to go there.

* How about an attitude adjustment for Eric? Sure he helps out sometimes but this whole “Woe is me, I’m jealous of Wes cause he’s got a money and a daddy and I got the shaft!” act of his? Yeah it’s wearing kind of thin. Even I’m not that annoying.

As for myself I’d really like some cologne, hair gel (the good stuff not that cheap Dollar General junk), a blue electric blanket, and if you can swing it a blue Maserati Spyder cause you never know when I have to get to a battle really fast and the van is broken. Yes that’s right, battle!

Thanks Santa.

-Lucas

Fiction: Making Ripples

Britin@gmail.com — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 03:52:40 GMT

This was written for serpentine85's challenge Give Carlos Some Love! Surprisingly I've never written anything fro Carlos outside of roleplaying over at Rangerville. I hope this is okay!

Title: Making Ripples
Paring: Carlos/Zhane
Notes: Zhane sticks his nose where it doesn't belong. Rated PG.

“This is all your fault.”

Carlos, who was busy working on a panel of buttons, glanced over his shoulder at Zhane with a raised eyebrow “How do you figure?”

“It just is, if you hadn't volunteered to stay and watch the ship while everyone went out for a night on the town then I could be out having fun right now!” He punctuated his frustration by kicking at the lifts door in front of him.

Carlos just shrugged and focused on what he was doing. No one had told the blond that he had to follow him around while the others were on the surface. It had been annoying really, to have him tag along like a little puppy dog. And despite all of Zhane's grumbling it was his weight combined, with Carlos and the collection of supplies between them on the hover cart that had caused the lift to freeze between decks with no way out.

“You didn't have to stay, I'm capable of watching the ship by myself you know,” Carlos muttered as he worked on taking off the cover to the instrument panel so he could hot wire the lift, “It's not like I need someone to keep me company.”

Behind him Zhane flopped back against the wall, shoving his hands in his pants pockets and giving a half hearted shrug even though the other young man couldn't see it. He fell silent, choosing instead to watch Carlos fiddle with the wires, impressed with how quickly the Earth born Rangers had managed to grasp the basic workings of the Megaship; Carlos in particular.

The black Ranger had taken to the engines like a fish to water, finding their sweet spots, learning when to push just that tiny bit harder because he knew they could go faster. He'd once overheard Ashley and talking to Andros about the changes in Carlos' personality since joining the Space Rangers. Dedicated to soccer, a bit hot headed, a little rash, intense, it was difficult to believe. Sure the intensity was still there, but now instead of lacking direction it was focused, driven, pin pointed on their goal.

“You know Andros warned me about you,” Carlos' warm voice broke through Zhane's thoughts and the blond's posture straightened quickly eyes narrowing on the brunette.

“Really? Pray tell, what did our fearless leader tell you?”

There was a hint of a grin on the tan features as Carlos glanced over his shoulder briefly, “That when your quite we should check your vitals and cross our fingers that we aren't the ones your plotting against.”

There was a chuckle from Zhane as Carlos turned back to his work having finally pried off the cover to the instrument panel and was now running a tool over the wires and checking the connections. He'd have to remember that one, tucking it away in his verbal arsenal for when he needed a quick escape from one of Andros' lectures. A flustered Andros was a rather amusing sight after all.

“So?”

Carlos had managed to catch Zhane zoning twice now, a possible record, “So what?”

“What were you thinking about?” The electronic contraption was set aside in favor of the Leatherman that Carlos kept tucked away in an inside pocket of his jacket which had been discarded earlier.

Zhane bit down on the inside of his cheek, for one brief moment he was tempted to tell the other man instead he responded with a question of his own, “Why don't you ever go down to the surface with the others?”

“I do,” Carlos wasn't bothering to look at him now as he stripped a wire, instead keeping his dark eyes trained on his project.

“Only to fight, you always volunteer to stay behind when its time for R&R.”

“Someone has to stay and keep an eye on the ship and the others have things they want to do. Everything important to me is up here, it doesn't bother me to stay.”

“Cassie thinks you lost your spark, that you've withdrawn.”

Zhane hadn't noticed that he was slowly moving closer to Carlos as the engineer worked, until he was standing almost directly behind him and had a rather nice view of his tan profile. Even if he couldn't clearly see the frustration written on his face, Zhane could certainly hear it in his voice. After all no one liked to hear they were being talked about.

“Cassie cares about her friends,” Carlos said slowly then added as if in afterthought, “Sometimes a little to much. I don't think either one of those girls is really happy unless their fussing over someone.”

Zhane shrugged trying very hard to pull his gaze off of Carlos, his athletic build, the way his black t-shirt clung to him, the firm backside. “Well then maybe you should go down to the surface, pick up a pretty lady, make some ripples in the pool.”

Having managed to hot wire the lift while they were talking Carlos used the screwdriver end of his multipurpose tool to put the cover back in place, making a mental note to do a proper repair later. Pushing off the ground to a standing position he turned only to find himself face to face with the blond. Caught staring Zhane's pale cheeks flushed and he let out a fake cough, light eyes looking off to the side but not making any movement to back off.

“So I've lost my spark and need to make a few ripples hmm?” Carlos was smirking, one hand gripping the railing at Zhane's right, the other planted firmly by the blonds head up on his left effectively pinning him in place.

Nervously, which was kind of funny since this was Zhane and he never got nervous about anything, Zhane liked his lips as his eyes locked in on Carlos' dark ones which were so very close. Mutely he nodded wondering if he was the only one who could hear the pounding of his pulse or if DECA was broadcasting it all over the ship in surround sound. Swallowing he nodded slowly and tensed as Carlos closed the remaining space between them a tad worried that the other Ranger was going to smack him upside the head for sticking his nose where it really shouldn't have been, well stuck.

He was pleasantly surprised however that instead of a fist smacking him upside the head, Carlos was instead pressing warm lips up against his own. When he let out a small gasp in surprise it allowed the other man to deepen the kiss, pressing himself up tightly against him and all Zhane could do was cling to him and kiss back.

The kiss ended to quickly and Zhane was unable to fight back the tiny whimper that slipped out as the warm body molded against his pulled away and was replaced with the chilled artificial air of the ship. Carlos was leaning against the other wall, smirking like the cat who'd eaten the canary, and when the lift finally reached its chosen floor it dinged its arrival and opened up to reveal both parties to a rather confused looking TJ who'd just returned from the surface.

“Um,” The blue Space Ranger looked from the smug Carlos to the flustered and pink cheeked Zhane, “Did I miss something?”

Carlos grinned at his friend as he pulled the supply cart out of the lift then flashed Zhane an even brighter smile, “Not much, just making ripples.”

Tossing a casual wave in the direction of his friends Carlos headed down the hall pushing the supply cart while the lift door slid shut on the still confused TJ and recovering Zhane, one hand shoved in a pocket and whistling as he wandered down the hall.

Fiction: Little Drummer Boy

Britin@gmail.com — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 17:44:00 GMT

Title: Little Drummer Boy
Paring: Hinted Theo/Lily
Notes: Theo looses a bet and has to sent Santa a letter

“This is stupid.”

“Stop complaining and just write the letter Theo it’s not that hard.”

“It’s stupid Lily, why do I have to do this again?”

“Because you didn’t think that Dom could eat the pizza covered in Habanero peppers, therefore you lost so write.”

“He cheated! He has an iron stomach! I’m not writing!”

“Yes. You. Are. You lost the bet.”

“Grumble.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Be quiet so I can write!”

Dear Santa –

This is stupid, you don’t exist but Dominic is also stupid and thanks to his iron lined stomach I lost my bet so I have to write to you. Lily is giving me dirty looks to so I suppose I should make this look good.

I like to think I’ve been a relatively good boy this year. I did not put Casey in a head lock when he got to friendly with Lily, I made sure to always wash my hands after using the restroom, I helped Fran mop the floors, and even tolerated Dominic when he got grease from his chips all over my stuff. Plus, you know, the whole saving the world bit all before bedtime.

This year I would like some mistletoe, a bit more confidence in certain areas, and a step ladder. And also some new blue long underwear as Fran seemed to think mine were rags and used them to dust with and now their all dirty.

Cordially Yours,

Theo

“There I am done.”

“Theo this is a letter to Santa not Dear Abby, you could be I don’t know…a little friendlier?”

“You said write, I wrote.”

“Sigh. Just go help Casey in the kitchen Theo.”

Fiction: Santa Clause Is Coming To Town

Britin@gmail.com — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 02:42:26 GMT

I tried to sleep last night I really did...I was even all loopy from the pain pills. But Hunter just wouldn't leave me alone. Not 100% pleased with this but thought I'd post it anyway.

Title: Santa Clause Is Coming To Town
Paring: Implied Hunter/Cam
Notes: Tori twists Hunter's arm into writing to Santa

Hunter stared a the paper, pen gripped tightly in his hands. He'd only written to Santa once, way back when he was still an ankle bitter. Back then all he wanted was a family. He never asked for toys or electronics, just a home, a Mom and a Dad. Tori had found the story cute and now they all had to write to Santa. Dustin didn't seem to mind and the others didn't dare complain. Tori could get rather scary when she was angry so there was nothing he could do but comply.

Yo Santa-

They say if you see it in the sun then its true, but they also tell you not to look directly at the sun. So how do I know your real and not some random guy named Jean Paul with a knee fetish? Sensei would tell us to have faith, guess that's the best were gonna get.

Before I ask for anything I guess I should make some claim about being a good boy, though really its been kinda 60/40. There was a couple of brainwashing stints, then the time I threatened this guy who was eying Cam, of and lets not forget the time I hid Dustin's silly putty and lied about it. But really I feel it was justified because he kept making it do that little farting noise and its so annoying!

Moving on I'd really like one of those Hooked on Phonics kits for Blake cause if he says "Yo diggety dawg" again then he's walking home from our next race. I'd also like a good chunk of alone time with Cam. No interruptions, no battles, no nosy teammates; just good quality make out time. Also I would like some new hair gel because Dustin borrowed mine after watching a sci-fi marathon with Sensei. He said he wanted to see if it would come to life after being hit by lightning. Kind of a Frankenstein meets the Blob sort of thing.,

Thanks in advance and don't forget to check out the beach. Plenty of knees to fondle there.

- Hunter

Fiction: Santa Dude....Hurry Down the Chimney Tonight

Britin@gmail.com — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 05:15:45 GMT

My attempt at my own challenge! There are few other characters that I'm debating on tackling but I'm really liking the stuff that everyone is coming up with. It was sweet to see Suzi from XCE tossed into the mix, any chance you might come up with one for Hollow Temp? That be interesting to see!

Also! Couldn't resist copy and pasting this nugget from chat!

Brit: I feel for Dustin man, he'll go along with like anything. Even hunting for Cam's porn.
Imouto: LOL, wouldn't even think Cam would have porn
Brit: Course not, its Cam...he has it on a flash drive.

Title: Dear Santa Dude
Paring: Implied Hunter/Cam
Notes: Dustin writes to Santa in an attempt to explain his behavior.

Door locked to prevent teammates from coming in and laughing?

Check.

New pen and fresh paper?

Check and check!

Catalog for ideas?

Triple check! Alright sweet ready to roll!

Straddling his desk chair Dustin picked up the pen and chewed on the cap as he debated what to write. His first attempt was a failure, there were misspellings, a few things left out, and a random mention of penguins that just didn't belong. Crumpling it up he tossed the letter in the wastebasket and cheered as it went in. Picking up the pen again he tried a new tactic.

Dear Santa Dude-

It's me Dustin, but then you already knew that cause you've got these superhuman powers almost like Batman. Only your cooler cause you bring presents. Of course this means you already know how my year was but I figured I'd give explaining myself a shot anyway. Maybe I can plead to the side of you that says 'Boys will be boys?'

For starters I wasn't the only one to put the green Kool-Aid in Hunter's shampoo, Shane helped! We just thought he might like matching Cam. I mean Cam's totally been wearing his color and relationships are all about sharing right? Yeah Hunter didn't buy it either so now Shane and I have to pay for a visit to one of those pricey salons. Who knew Hunter was so girly about his hair.

Speaking of Shane I really need to like think before I agree to one of his ideas again. Apparently when Cam said not to touch the super computer he really did mean don't touch. We weren't even playing a game! Just looking for the porn that Shane still insists Cam is hiding. Cam though claims were going to make him go prematurely gray.

Then there was the mystery meat food fight in Ops, crashing Blake's bike, and spilling my Orange soda all over Tori's hand knit home economics project. Maybe I should wrap myself up in bubble wrap, that way I'll bounce off things and it be really fun to pop all those bubbles. But its not like I intentionally try to do bad things, they just happen. Plus since I help to save the world on an almost daily basis maybe you could over look some of the smaller stuff?

That would be totally awesome cause I'd really like some new pads instead of coal this year. Oh and a new helmet as well cause I cracked mine when I walked into that tree the other day. Also if you could maybe give us a day off? Like convince Lothor to take a holiday? Cause that would totally rock dude!

Dustin gave the letter a quick glance over, making sure all the T's were crossed and the I's were dotted. Satisfied that it all made sense he jotted down a quick thank you, signed his name, and shoved it into an envelope. As he headed toward the kitchen to scrounge around through the junk drawer for a stamp he made a mental note to leave the really good cookies out on Christmas Eve. Just in case the letter wasn't convincing enough, it never hurt to have a back up plan!

Fiction: Boo Boo

Britin@gmail.com — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 23:26:43 GMT

Does anyone else think, that despite his quiet demeanor, that Renn would be wild in bed?

Just curious.

Title: Boo Boo
Paring: Sosuke/Renn, implied Hanto/Gunpei
Notes: It's short, its bonkers... Spoilers would be Episode 27 of Go-Onger at the end when Hanto is dressed as a maid. It's hard to tell if Sosuke hits the tray on accident or if Hanto hit his hand on purpose. Either way Sosuke has an owie and needs someone to kiss it.

Sosuke knew he needed to think before he acted, especially before he opened his big mouth and said anything, but that took way to much time and he liked things to be fast. Calling Hanto a transvestite maid however had not been one of his brighter ideas and all things considered he got off pretty lucky, Hiroto hadn’t been there to laugh at him and Gunpei had been so preoccupied with how cute Hanto looked that they quickly left the room, Saki following them not long after doing her best to hold in her chuckles behind one small hand. The idea of what Hant and Gunpei might be doing in private though made Sosuke’s cheeks flush as red as his jacket. He really didn’t need to think of his comrades in compromising positions, it was dangerous to the little sanity he did have.

Still Hanto didn’t have to hit him with the serving tray, the stupid thing hurt! Thankfully Renn was there and Sosuke immediately turned to the other man pouting, whimpering, and pointing at his hand like he was a little kid that had fallen off his bicycle. Renn took it all in stride, he just nodded and smiled his usual ‘Yes I know, it’s alright now’ smile, while taking Sosuke’s hand and leading him over to the table. Sosuke always turned to Renn when he was hurt, frustrated, or lonely; there was just something about the man that was comforting and not just because of his Mother Hen tendencies.

“He hit me,” Sosuke pouted, he was quite good at stating the obvious and looked a bit like a five year old sitting there with his lower lip sticking out as far as it could go.

Renn nodded, holding Sosuke’s hand in both of his and gently inspected the digits for any cuts or bruising, “Yes, yes, I saw. Though you were teasing him, perhaps Hanto suffered enough earlier? Though he was rather cute dressed as a girl.”

It really shouldn’t have been humanly possible but Sosuke’s pout grew and now he was sniffling as he whined, “Renn! Your not supposed think Hanto was cute!”

Renn blinked in an attempt to process the thought as he stared at the spiky haired man in front of him but sometimes deciphering Sosuke’s logic was beyond even his abilities and he just stared, “Anou…why not?”

“Because your mine! Now are you going to kiss my boo boo or not?”

Sighing the sigh he saved for when dealing with Sosuke, Renn ducked his head and brought the hand to his lips giving each digit a small light kiss then he gave the hand a small squeeze. Lifting his head he focused in on Sosuke who was sitting there, pout almost gone, with a slightly dazed expression.

“All better now right? Or did the big mean Hanto hurt you anywhere else?” Renn was doing his best to keep the laughter out of his voice really he was. When Sosuke pointed to his lips he couldn’t help quirking an amused brow though, “But you didn’t get hit there.”

Sosuke made a hmphing noise and Renn just grinned before leaning in and placing a light kiss on Sosuke’s lips. Sometimes it was best just to humor the boy, that way there was a lot less complaining come bed time.

Fiction: Color Palette

Britin@gmail.com — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 23:57:40 GMT

You know what really blows? When your bosses boss calls, you answer the phone and transfer it to the boss, and then you hear her explain to the head honcho what you are doing there. I kid you not. Dan, the head boss from California called the bakery today and I answered and transferred the phone call to my boss Barb. The first thing out of his mouth was:

"What is she still doing there?"

Jackass.

Moving on... I wrote a Dino Thunder fic last night that does contain a bit of slash, Conner/Trent to be exact but it's more of a thoughtful piece then I usually write and focuses more on what Trent feels about his friends and teammates then his relationship with Conner. I hope ya'll like it!

Title: Color Palette
Paring: Trent/Conner
Notes: G-PG, I’m not 100% pleased with the way this one flows though I do like the exchange between Conner and Trent at the end.

“The white canvas-- it's like a layer of dust that covers up the real painting. It's just a matter of cleaning it. I have a little brush to clear away the blue, another for the red, and another brush for the green. And when I've finished cleaning, the picture is all there.”

Georges Braque
French Cubist/Fauvist Painter, 1882-1963

The days when Mesogog chose not to attack were few and far between and while it was nerve-wracking to wonder what he was planning the down time did not go unappreciated. They were still teenagers after all; they still had lives to lead, commitments, homework to ignore until the last minute. Since there was no way of knowing when the attacks would hit a lull they of course never made any standing plans but each one had their own method of relaxing.

Ethan had babbled on rather animatedly about some kind of gaming tournament that he wanted to attend, something with zombie mummies and killer mutant cats. Shaking her head at her friends geeky enthusiasm Kira couldn’t stifle the chuckle as she ducked out as well, claiming that she had a lot of missed practice time to make up for while Dr. Oliver excused himself to catch up on some grading he’d fallen behind on. Conner’s destination came as no surprise, he claimed the soccer field was screaming his name and he’d been depriving his fans for far too long.

Hayley had given Trent the day off, claiming that she was more then capable of holding down the fort and ushered him out the door insisting that he go and enjoy himself. Having no set plans and not belonging to any sort of extracurricular activity Trent packed up his sketchbook and supplies and made his way through town to the city park

Camping out underneath a large maple he stretched and closed his eyes, face angled toward the sun and just taking a moment to breath in the calmness. Slowly letting the breath out he opened his eyes feeling centered, grounded, and focused.

Sitting up a little straighter Trent felt the rough bark of the tree rub against his back as he adjusted his position and reached for his sketchbook. The majority of the flat white pages were filled with rough pencil sketches, doodles and half finished projects. A random set of lips there, a hand in the corner of another page, sometimes a quick sketch of one of his teammates or their zords popped up as well Trent’s gaze flickered over each one briefly as he flipped past searching for one drawing in particular.

It was at the back of the book, a simple piece, a beach scene at sunset with a sail boat in the distance. Nothing stellar but sometimes what you really needed was a little piece of tranquility. Reaching into his bag Trent pulled out a fine black pen and kneaded eraser getting to work on the process of inking the picture. As the pen scratched across the papers surface the eraser followed behind and removed the faint pencil markings leaving a crisp two dimensional image in its wake.

The next step was always his favorite; coloring in the picture always seemed to give it a life of its own. It shown with vibrancy and gave the picture a sense of warmth that it was missing when it was just a simple, sterile black and white piece. Glancing down at the package of colored pencils resting on his sack Trent’s artist eyes roamed over them as he debated which one to use first. Plucking out a vermilion orange Trent chuckled as he caught sight of four very familiar colors.

There was yellow, the color of sunshine, that was Kira. It was the color of creativity, something the young song writer had in spades, and clarity. Kira had this uncanny ability to see past the façade and to the real person inside, she’d been one of his first friends when he arrived at Reefside and the only one whose trust in him never seemed to falter despite the white gems influence. There was a sarcastic edge to her, a spice that made her different from other girls and allowed her to shine above them.

Ethan was blue, he was trustworthy and dependable, the solid one you could always count on. Blue was a calming color, it promoted peace and encouraged communication which explained Ethan’s position on the team perfectly. He was the buffer for the others, the one whose gentle personality had a calming effect on the others and reminded them to think straight, he helped them to see the bigger picture. Ethan had been the one capable of breaking through Cassidy’s harsh exterior and Trent doubted anyone else had the patience to even try let alone the amount of tolerance it must have taken.

Black was next, some considered it to be the absence of color a void of negativity but the Japanese saw it as the color of experience. Like Dr. Oliver it was resilient and controlled, deserving respect and having enough knowledge and real life experience under his belt that the respect was rightly deserved. He trained them and taught them pulling from years of fighting and despite being their superior he was level headed and trusted in their abilities.

Conner was red; he was enthusiasm, confidence, and warmth. Hot headed he was the first one to dash head first into danger, never doubting his ability to make it through. He had an electric warmth about him, a fiery heat that was contagious. Red was the color of good luck, it protected one from their fears, and encouraged a person to quit sitting on the sidelines and take action. Conner believed in their mission with his entire being, he had a passion about him on and off the battlefield that no one could match.

Slipping the pencil back into its spot Trent was concentrating so hard on his work that he didn’t notice he had company. Leaning against the tree his silent companion stood over him and took their time studying his form, running their eyes over every inch. A stick cracked under foot and Trent lifted his head to find himself face to face with a smirking Conner. Knowing his cheeks were red Trent quickly looked back down and attempted to focus on cleaning up now that his drawing was finished.

Conner was having none of that, a firm but gentle hand cupped Trent’s chin and lifted it to meet his gaze, light eyes meeting dark and the soccer star grinned. His thumb pad rubbed over one of the corners of Trent’s mouth before leaning and closing the gap between them with a warm kiss.

“You’re awfully cute when you concentrate,” Conner grinned his voice holding a teasing tone “The tip of your tongue sticks out and you look all serious.”

Trent did his best to send his boyfriend a mock glare but it didn’t last, “And you smell like sweat.”

“Bah,” Conner said dismissing it with a wave of his hand “Sweat is sexy. Now come on! Were not getting any younger and we’ve got the rest of the day to enjoy!”

Trent laughed and made short work packing up the remainder of his supplies. Before climbing to his feet he dropped a chaste kiss on Conner’s cheek, the other boy beamed and linked their hands together tugging Trent along with him to the sidewalk. Tomorrow Mesogog would mostly likely attack, with renewed enthusiasm as well as a hideous monster, when he did though Trent would be right there to fight along with his teammates because that’s what white did, it amplified the powers of the other colors and worked along with them. For now though he was content to let life move on with its lazy course and just enjoy himself. Even if it meant listening to more of Conner’s locker room stories.

Fiction: Debate (Casey/Dustin RV universe)

Britin@gmail.com — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 15:44:56 GMT

It's another story! Hehe! This one is to make my imouto smile and at the suggestion of my Ary-chan I am posting it on here. I hope you like it! Much thank yous and appreciation goes out to my neesan for helping me figure out how to start it!

Title: Debate
Rating: G+ (cause of guys kissin, just kissin though!)
Notes: Casey vs Dustin, Pirates vs Ninjas...a debate older then the question why hot dogs come in packages of eight but the buns in packages of six.

"Dude, there is no way a pirate is better than a ninja!" Dustin exclaimed, arms waving around animatedly "Ninja's are like totally awesome!"

Walking beside him Casey rolled his eyes and made a noise of disagreement "Please, pirates have cannons and swords!"

"Ninja's have swords to man."

"Yeah but do they have buried treasure?"

The two of them had been assigned by RJ to check out the abandoned village to see what they could find that would be of any use to them. Well really it was Casey who'd been given the task but since Dustin had been difficult to pry away from the Red Ranger he'd gone with. In the fifteen minutes they'd been gone little work had been done and instead they filled their time with an age old debate. Pirates vs Ninjas, who was better?

At the moment they were evenly matched and it was a close race. Ninja's could use amazing martial arts to defeat an opponent. On the other hand pirates looked cool in eye patches. Dustin had countered that argument with the fact that ninja's totally tended to bath on a regular basis and therefore smelled better then pirates. A response which only got laughter in return from Casey.

"You ever see a pirate sneaking around in the woods? No, you know why?" Casey asked and Dustin shook his head "Because it takes guts to attack head on and pirates have a lot of guts."

Dustin groaned and raked a hand through his messy curls "Dude attacking head on is stupid and like freaken dangerous," and yes he would certianly know "Besides ninja's totally have stealth on their side!"

"Maybe, but pirates get all the girls."

It was then that Dustin leaned over and left a heated, but closed mouth, kiss on Casey leaving the younger teen to stare in a surprised daze. When he finally recovered Casey slowly licked his lips and turned his gaze on Dustin who was sporting a smug look.

"Okay," Casey's words came out slowly, his brain still a bit mushy and thinking was difficult "I can see what your saying. Maybe ninjas are better. Though I might need a little more proof."

Grabbing hold of Casey's red jacket Dustin pulled him close "Dude I got plenty of proof right here."

"You know this is cheating right? Your not supposed to seduce the person your debating with."

A grin split Dustin's face and he lay a finger over Casey's parted lips "Just be quiet man and enjoy your defeat."

As Casey wrapped his arms around Dustin's neck and returned the kiss he had to admit that he couldn't find a single flaw in that argument.

Fiction: Deep Thoughts

Britin@gmail.com — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 14:58:06 GMT

Ninja Storm! Ranger Form! Ha!

*grins*

Best season EVER

Anyway I wrote this little drabble last night and it was inspired by a ~~grope~~ group chat I had with Ary-chan, Imouto, Neesan, and I believe quite possibly Min-chan was in there to. Wow...lots of people! My friends are awesome! So! I was asking for some help regarding posting with Blake over at Rangerville and we started talking about the reason why the Thunder Rangers had lightning based powers when their element was thunder. It moved on to people wondering why the element of fire was never represented but I'll leave that story to Ary-chan.

Moving on...it just seemed like something that Dustin would totally think about. The title I got from a little skit off Saturday Night Live where this guy would narrate while his words scrolled across the screen to feel good pics and music. It looked like something out of Reader's Digest. Enjoy!

Title: Deep Thoughts
Rating: G
Notes: Dustin tries to understands his friends powers.

Dustin was sitting at the low table in Ninja Ops, Algebra book in front of him and one hand tangled in his dark curls, a look of deep concentration on his face. He'd been sitting there for so long that Tori and Shane, who were also studying, were starting to get a little concerned. Exchanging glances with Tori, Shane leaned over and waved a hand in front of the Earth ninja's face whistling to get his attention. There was no response until Tori gave him a sharp poke in the side with her pencil.

Startled Dustin let out a small yelp and jumped, banging his knees on the edge of the table. The resulting grumbling and whimpering was enough to distract Blake from his impromtu sparring with his brother leaving him wide open to sweeping kick from the older Bradley that sent him crashing to the floor as well. Cam, as usual was seated at his computer and watching the scene with a smirk deciding that maybe...just maybe they all had a future in physical comedy.

Doing her best to not laugh Tori shook her head and smiled at her friend as he sat back down at the table still rubbing his knees, "You alright there Dustin? You looked a bit lost."

"I was thinking."

"Thinking?" Scooting closer Shane held a hand to Dustin's forehead and chuckled "Did it hurt?"

Swatting away Shane's hand Dustin made a face and stuck his tongue out, childish perhaps but completely and totally a Dustin response.

"Dude come on! I was thinking about the Thunder Rangers!"

This caught Hunter's attention and he looked at Dustin curiously "Yeah? What about us exactly?" His arms were crossed over his chest, posture ridged.

"Well your element is thunder right?"

It was Blake's turn to answer and as he scratched the back of his head, one hand on his hip he nodded "Yeah."

"Well if its Thunder then like why does it always show up as lightning? I mean is Thunder even an element? Wouldn't it be better to go say Power of Lighting? Like it totally be more PR right dude?"

Cue the silence and if the group were stars in one of those Japanese cartoons they'd probably all be sporting giant sweat drops while Dustin stared at all of them innocently.

"Dude," Shane's laugh was warm and friendly "Just finish your homework!"

Crack Fiction: Smile (Hunter/Bridge)

Britin@gmail.com — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 15:27:26 GMT

Just a few things before we continue....

1. This was written because Meg-neesan thought Bridge/Hunter would be cute when she was doing a meme. It's all her fault.
2. I was watching the Cubs vs Huston last night so I was distracted while writing. If It makes no sense that's why.
3. I have NO clue why Bridge was in the past and no idea how these two met. Maybe Bridge just has a thing for hot ninja's?

Now then...on to the story. It's rated 'G' and is pure crack.

It had to be the smile, Hunter was a sucker for those dimples. What other reason was there for him to go weak in the knees when Bridge was nearby? It took extra effort to concentrate, to remain focused and not loose control. To not go all tongue tied anytime their eyes met.

He was was working on his bike, changing the oil and trying to fix a loose brake. Bridge was sitting nearby firing rapid fire questions and distracting Hunter who was trying desperately to focus when all he wanted to do was busy Bridge's mouth with something other than talking. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly he took a deep breath and tried to steady his racing pulse.

The clatter of tools being pushed aside and Bridge's footsteps growing louder indicated that the brunette was coming closer. When Bridge's knee bumped Hunter's the electric tingle was enough to cause him to drop the wrench he'd been holding to the concrete ground with a loud clang. Grumbling under his breath Hunter pushed himself up from his reclined position under his bike and wound up smacking his forehead against the frame with a solid thunk.

"Ow," rubbing his forehead he bit down on the inside of his cheek and pouted like a child.

Concern filled his eyes as Bridge leaned froward to inspect the injury, long fingers brushing over a red goosebump already forming. Pursing his lips he made a face and muttered about concussions and that maybe Hunter should wear a helmet while doing repairs but then that would just look silly. Hunter put a hand on Bridge's shoulder in an attempt to stop the rambles and Bridge just smiled, leaned in, and gave the goosebump a small kiss. His task completed Bridge stood and wander off to find something tinker with, whistling the entire time, gloved hands clasped behind his head.

Hunter was left behind to stare at Bridge's retreating form in a daze the result of the to short contact between them. Yeah it had to be the smile. He was hooked, maybe it was time to start looking into a twelve step program. Did they even have Bridgeaholics Anonymous? Giving his head a shake Hunter lay back under his bike and tried to get back to work.

Fiction: Cooking Lessons

Britin@gmail.com — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 14:17:12 GMT

Another story! I blame fanfiction.net. Yesterday I posted a bunch of my stories (putting the rest up today) and already I've gotten like four reviews and a small group of people who have set their alerts to know when I post a new story as well as messages telling me that myself and my stories are in their favorites list. Now I'm in no way as good as neesan, Mariko, or Scifisentai at writing stories but man if that isn't an ego boost I don't know what else is.

So enjoy this little nugget where Tetsu attempts to make lunch for his dear, sweet, Ei-chan while Ken supervises and Renn tries not to have a heart attack. In the meantime I'm off to write a story for etapa cause Min-chan is most awesome and it sounds like she needs a pick me up.

Title: Cooking Lessons
Paring: Tetsu/Eiji
Notes: G rated, very tiny violence done to Ken, and Renn might need a few Tums to settle his stomach later.

His kitchen was a mess. The stove was spotted from pots boiling over, there were dirty dishes in the sink, carrot shavings on the counter top and as Renn sniffed the air he really hoped that was the garbage he was smelling and not the odd concoctions that Tetsu was creating. In Renn's eyes his poor, pristine kitchen had been violated and he was staring at the culprit, dressed in a frilly apron and paying no attention to the fact that his friends complexion was currently whiter than paper. It took Renn all of his strength not to scream while egg yolks dribbled onto the floor during their journey from shell to bowl.

"Are you sure you don't need any help Tetsu?" I could stir your," he paused and made a face at the bubbling green thing in his favorite pot "Uh thing?"

"Nonsense!" Tetsu's reply came complete with traditional finger waving "This is for Ei-chan and I need to do it myself."

Face twisted into a worried frown that would out do any meddling mother, Renn moved to sit at the kitchen table and pray for an end to the destruction. Ken was sitting in the chair beside him eating an apple with his feet propped up on the table and he laughed as Renn shoved them off and wiped down the spot afterward. Didn't phase him, nothing phased Ken, he just took another noise bite of his apple and returned to his current favorite activity, watching Tetsu try his hardest not to blow up the kitchen.

"What exactly are you cooking Tetsu?" Ken asked as he wiped apple juice out of his beard "The kitchen looks like World War III hit and all you have to show for it are spots on your frilly apron. Good look for you by the way really brings out your eyes."

Tetsu made a face at the Geki user "Urusai!" he grumbled "I made rice."

Ken leaned back in his chair, the front legs lifting into the air and all his weight being supported by the back legs which made his chair creak slightly, then threw his arms up in mock amazement "Oh rice! Good job I hear that's really hard to make!"

His response was an orange chucked at his head a triumphant look on Tetsu's face as Ken rubbed his bump while wincing.

Somehow, probably between the odd green liquid boiling onto the floor and Ken knocking over a carton of eggs, Renn was able to convince Tetsu to let him help. It was more like Renn begged and pleaded until the young officer finally gave in. So between the two of them, with Ken supervising of course, they managed to create a rather nice bento box for Eiji.

No eyes were lost, no fingers cut off, and no second or third degree burns, in Renn's book that was a success considering the state of things. The only real injury was a small cut on Tetsu's thumb and from the vegetable peeler and a red mark on Ken's hand from when he tried to steal one of the octopus hotdogs that Tetsu had spent 15 mins on.

Five minutes later and Tetsu was skipping out of the room, carrying the bento and still wearing the apron. Totally preoccupied with finding Eiji the fact that he looked like a nervous school girl on her way to meet her boyfriend didn't bug him. Not even with Ken's caterwauling and teasing as he walked away.

With Tetsu out of the way that left two and Renn who was exhausted wasn't fast enough to keep Ken from leaving as he grabbed an extra rice ball. Left to himself he was now standing in the middle of the room, hands on his hips and taking in the disaster zone. Grumbling softly he went to find a mop, the kitchen wasn't going to clean itself and the dinner rush would be by soon to scavenge like a pack of wild animals.

"Some days," Renn muttered "There's just no point in getting out of bed."

toast and board games

Britin@gmail.com — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 16:14:22 GMT

I wrote these last night as a form of stress release. I warn you they are slash stories and both are Power Rangers. The first is a Cam/Hunter pairing written for Meg-neesan, the second a Bridge/Sky pairing that was inspired by my imouto.

Enjoy!

Title: King Me
Pairing: Cam/Hunter
Notes: Rated T for hot, shirtless guys, suggested nudity and implied boy on boy loving. As for the particular games, Checkers was chosen because I'm rather skilled at it if I don't say so myself and backgammon was picked because it has got to be one of the hardest games on the face of the Earth and it only makes sense to me that someone as smart as Cam would be really good at it!

Cam wasn't entirely certain how he'd gotten into this mess. He did know that he was rather cold and wondered if Hunter would at lest give him back his socks. It wasn't supposed to turn out like this. He was the one with the superior intellect, he was the one who should be winning and it was Hunter who should be sitting in his bedroom in Ninja Ops wearing only his boxers. Of course the door would still be locked to keep out pesky intruders such as little brothers and mop top friends who want to tape his video camera to their helmet to film a really wicked first hand view of a race. And he could deal with loosing his shirt but that was it. Besides who ever heard of strip checkers in the first place?

Across from him on his dark green bed spread sat a smug Hunter who was scanning the board and getting ready for his next move. Next to the tanned blond was a pile of clothes, Cam's to be exact, and he had them displayed proudly like little fabric trophies. First the Samurai had lost his shoes, then his socks, followed by his pants. All he was left with was a thin undershirt and his boxers. Somewhere along the lines he'd managed to win Hunter's shirt. It had probably been a pity jump, Hunter placing his piece where Cam could easily jump it, but he'd taken it anyway.

"Hurry up and take your turn," Cam grumbled.

"Never seen you that ready to strip," Hunter laughed "My little exhibitionist!"

Cam's scowl was ruined by the faint blush but it served its purpose in stopping the chuckles even it couldn't smother Hunter's grin. Confidently the crimson ranger grabbed a red piece and did a quick double jump over Cam's last two black pieces in triumph.

"King me!" he crowed "Don't forget that was two guys so that means two items of clothing!"

Cam responded by throwing his shirt at Hunter who only swatted it away as he kept laughing. When long slim fingers that were paled thanks to many hours of hiding under ground and typing away on a super computer went to the elastic waistband of his boxers they were stopped by Hunter's slightly larger hands and he was pulled up against the blonde’s bare chest. Slowly Hunter left a trail of small kisses starting at Cam's lips and ending at his ear before ducking to nuzzle Cam's collar bone while Hunter's hands explored his back.

"Let me help you with that," Hunter whispered and Cam who was already melting into a puddle of goo couldn't resist even if he wanted to.

It wasn't until the next day that Cam found out, thanks to Blake who took a tiny bit of pleasure in exposing his older brother’s tricks, that Hunter had been a checkers wiz in Junior High. He promised himself he wouldn't get angry at being played. It was no big right? Hunter had only been the equivalent of a pool shark but in the end they had both ended up quite nude and extremely content. No he wouldn't get mad, not when getting even was a lot more fun. Next time they were going to play backgammon.

Title: Elephant Toast
Pairing: Bridge/Sky
Notes: Rated PG for the kissin! This fic was inspired by my imouto and her habit of cutting toast to look like elephants. I love elephant toast it rules! Also this is set after Jack leaves SPD and Sky is promoted to Red and Bridge to Blue (I so love him in blue) and I’m working with the idea that they are still sharing a dorm.

Bridge always ate when he was responsible for the end of the world, which thankfully didn’t happen very often. He also tended to eat after finishing a project. This was mostly because he would get so wrapped up in his work that he’d forget to eat and would be starving by the time he was done. Sometimes his hunger would lead to an even goofier mood than normal, particularly after doing some off the wall experiment simply to prove that he could.

Last time he’d tricked out his bed to the dismay of his roommate and all because Z had forgotten the cardinal rule; never question Bridge’s odd comments. Or was it never suggest to Boss that he take a flea bath? Really either one could be dangerous to your health.

This time Bridge had managed to create enough energy with a potato to run a blender which in turn was used to make homemade peanut butter. It had all worked out relatively smoothly, after he remembered to put on the lid that is. There were a few stains on his t-shirt that he didn’t think would ever come out, all in the name of science though! At lest they weren’t as bad as the ones currently settling in on a red shirt that he had stashed under his bed. Sky never needed to know that Bridge had grabbed it before checking the color and then used it to clean off its owner’s beloved handbook of mashed peanuts and oil.

Bouncing into the Common Room Bridge grinned and peaked into every corner like a rather sugared up version of James Bond as he made sure that the coast was clear before retrieving a knife, some toast, and sitting down in the rooms most comfortable chair. He had to take his gloves off to prepare his snack which could result in sensory overload and it was best to do so without others around. Better to be safe then sorry and escape the potential migraine.

The gloves were set aside and he got to work with the first step, applying the peanut butter. There was just enough for two slices and he made a mental note to use more peanuts the next time. Next was cutting the bread and this was difficult because it had to be cut in just the right way or it wouldn’t look right. Next he had to put the small piece on top of the largest piece making sure to put it at a slight angle, and then the longer cut piece had to be put in front. Voila! Snack time!

Bridge was just about to take a big bite when he heard some poorly stifled chuckles behind him and turned in his seat to so quickly that the extra peanut butter on his toast streaked across his cheek.

“What,” Sky couldn’t fight help the grin, the corners of his mouth lifting up as he pushed away from the door frame and moved closer into the room to stand beside his boyfriend “Are you doing?”

“Making elephant toast.”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?”
“I think it slipped through the cracks after the lecture about not making poached eggs on the sidewalk in the summer using only a magnifying glass.”

Bridge would have kept on talking if Sky had placed a finger to his lips before bending down to slowly lick the peanut butter off Bridge’s cheek before planting a small kiss on the brunettes lips. “Delicious.”

Another small kiss and then Sky pulled away and was back in the doorway as the world slowed and righted itself around Bridge. A bright grin accompanied with a promise to see him later and Sky left to go and do whatever he’d been on his way to do before his small detour and successful attempt at making Bridge weak in the knees.

“Oh! You owe me a t-shirt by the way!” Sky called over his shoulder as he walked away.

“Not fair,” Bridge mumbled, still not trusting himself to stand just yet “Does he have cameras installed or something?”

His only response was Sky’s warm chuckle as it echoed down the halls.

Kamen Rider Kabuto Fic: Perks

Britin@gmail.com — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:33:46 GMT

Title: Perks
Pairing: Kagami/Tendou
Notes: G rating for complete and utter fluff. Also! This is my first attempt at a Kabuto fic so be gentle please!

Sometimes being with Tendou could be downright frustrating. There was only so much “Obaa-san said” that a person could handle, not to mention his inhuman ability to do everything perfectly. It had a habit of making Kagami feel a bit, well inferior. Left him wondering what someone like Tendou was doing with someone like him in the first place.

Tendou was extremely picky, at times to the point where you wanted to pull out your own hair and growl in aggravation. It took an exorbitant amount of patience to handle the nitpicking and sly comments. Which were said with such smoothness that it took a normal person a moment to realize that they were being teased, of course that meant that with Kagami it took a bit longer than the norm.

They were in Kagami’s apartment, he’d been attempting to cook dinner and make something other than instant noodles while Tendou hovered in the background. The other man was doing what Kagami had dubbed ‘backseat cooking’ and was causing every movement to be second guessed. As Kagami reached for the salt Tendou made a soft tsking noise off to his right, when he went to take the lid off the pot a bit to early for Tendou’s tastes he found a firm hand covering his own with enough pressure to keep the lid on top of its perch. The combination of Tendou’s warm breath against his neck, the closeness of the other body, and frazzled nerves was enough to cause Kagami to drop the spoon he was holding.

Tendou chuckled and Kagami frowned as he bent to retrieve the utensil from the tiled floor. He glared at it as if it had somehow offended him before throwing it into the sink with an audible clank. He thrust a clean spoon at Tendou who took it with an amused expression, one slim eyebrow raised in a silent question.

“Here,” Kagami knew his tone was a bit curt but his pride had been bruised “You don’t trust my cooking then you do it.”

Tendou just gave him the usual smug smile and reached for the spoon. He was about to abandon the small kitchen for the equally small living room when he felt Tendou’s arm around his waist and he was pulled flush against a muscled chest. The kiss was over to quickly but it was enough to leave him dazed, having to pause and gather his wits while Tendou, still smiling, got to work salvaging dinner.

Yes being with Tendou was frustrating but, Kagami thought as he touched his lips and smiled, it was not without its perks.

the three amigos

Britin@gmail.com — Thu, 01 May 2008 16:11:49 GMT

I tried something new with this story, it's all dialogue. I apologize if it's hard to tell whose talking, The Three Amigos are Ken, Renn, and Tetsu and they are all going out for a night out on the town. Well actually Ken is dragging them off for karaoke. Poor Tetsu.. Anyway this was written to get Meg-neesan to giggle so she doesn't panic as much.

Title: Three Amigos!
Paring: None! Staring Ken, Renn, and Tetsu
Notes: Uh...enjoy?

“Nonsense! I’m not going.”

“Sure you are Tetsu! Even Renn is going. Who wouldn’t want to go?”

“Anyone who is capable of coming up with a good enough excuse? Renn’s only going because he got so tired of your begging.”

“You’re so mean!”

“He’s got a point Ken, we could always just go back to the kitchen and I can make some eggs.”

“Ossu! No more eggs! Not that they don’t taste good but I swear! Next chance I get Renn I’m buying you a cook book. There is more to life then eggs!”

“Hmph.”

“Not exactly a good way to convince someone to hang out with you if you insult their cooking Ken.”

“I didn’t insult it! I like his eggs! But I can only take so much until their dancing in frilly tutu’s in my dreams!”

“Dancing eggs….”

“In your dreams?”

“Oh be quiet, it’s not like you’ve never had dreams before. What about that one about Vegetable guy and his cucumber Tetsu?”

“Urusai! You promised never to repeat that!”

“Cucumbers? What did cucumbers have to do with your dream?”

“I’ll keep quiet if you come with us.”

“Fine! I’ll go! But why do I have to be the one who sings Natural Woman?”

Crack Fic (Go-Onger): The Talk

Britin@gmail.com — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 14:37:10 GMT

I'm highly amused that I wrote this last night because when I got into work this morning I see that two of my friends have written Sentai smut. Therefore this is highly appropriate.

Title: The Talk
Pairings: Hant/Gunpei, Renn/Sosuke
Notes: PG, maybe PG-13 cause it talks about sex but really with the PG movies are these days it might actually just be PG.

Looking back on it Renn realized he should have told Sosuke to knock first. At the very least it would have given the occupants time to make themselves presentable. Instead he’d allowed Sosuke to be his usual impulsive self, standing behind him as the door was thrown open. Inside a rather surprised Hant, who was missing his jacked and sporting some kiss swollen lips, stared at them while Gunpei removed his hand from underneath Hant’s shirt and glowered at the intruders.

Yes they really, really, really should have knocked. Hindsight was 20/20 after all. Besides if they’d knocked first they might all be off doing something a bit more enjoyable. Like making omelets or convincing Sosuke that Hant had the right idea, disappearing into a bedroom for awhile. Instead he joined Sosuke and Hant at the table in the back room for a talk. Gunpei hadn’t any part in the talk and had run off somewhere to mope.

Hant looked even more innocent then normal when he was confused and Renn felt bad for the kid. Renn had once overheard Saki say how Motherly he was towards all of them, he supposed that made Sosuke the father especially considering how protective he was acting of Hant at the moment. One big happy family granted a rather odd picture though.

Renn’s attention was brought back to reality when Sosuke started to speak and you could practically see the gears turning in his spikey head.

“Er you see Hant when a man and a woman,” he gave a quick glance at Renn “Anou I mean two guys…you and Gunpei…”

He was failing miserably, stuttering and tripping over his words. Hant just sat there and blinked looking completely clueless but nodding. Sosuke turned to Renn for help but Renn only shrugged and held his palms up, he had nothing.

“See it’s like bees and flowers. When a flower wants to be pollinated it needs a bee to come and visit its special place,” Sosuke paused and struggled to find the right words “Every man has a treasure that he wants to give someone special…”

Hant had his head titled and was tugging on his hair “Anou, Sosuke do you mean sex?” and he’d asked so calmly that the Speed King fell out of his chair.

Sosuke was on his feet in a second though and highly alarmed “How do you know about that?!” He was ready to bolt and track down Gunpei. The other man had already taken advantage of Hant (or that’s how Sosuke viewed it) he’d better not have tainted his innocent mind as well.

Hant just shrugged “Saki told me after I asked her why you and Renn were so noisy in your room.”

There was no response. Sosuke just stood there staring, his brain broken and unable to comprehend anything. Sighing Renn waved a hand in front of the other mans face and when he found lights on but no one home he started to lead the mumbling leader to his bed “Hant…bed…Gunpei….owie…”

Renn just patted him on the back “Yes, yes I know. It’s okay.” Looking over his shoulder Renn gave Hant his trademark calm smile “Next time you should probably lock the door. I don’t think Sosuke can take another shock.”

Poor Hant was left alone, confused and curious. He figured the best thing to do would be to find Gunpei. Maybe then he’d get some straight answers about Sosuke’s odd behavior and why Renn was muttering “They grow up so fast!” while sniffling.

The Exploits of Sex Chat Hoji

Britin@gmail.com — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 01:05:09 GMT

Series:Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger
Rating: PG-13 (Or perhaps just PG)
Summary: Exhausted and bored Deka's with coffee, sugar, and a game of Dare.

Please keep in mind the following!

1. This is my first Sentai related fiction, I apologize if someone isn't in character!
2. Anything in italics is Hoji remembering the previous night, though honestly it might be best if he forgot it entirely. Though as the author I wont let him do that! Fear me Hoji! Mwhahahahahaha!

*clears her throat*

Yes, well then...onto the story.

The original culprit was long forgotten though if you asked Hoji he’d probably point fingers at Umeko. She was after all the girlish of the two females on the team, what with her bubble baths and extensive amount of time shopping. Groaning he slumped in his chair and stared into his half empty mug of coffee as the events of last night came flooding back. Wincing he buried his head in his arms and wished that the floor would open up and devour him, as his brain laughed at him he swore it would be the last time he’d ever have any sort of sugary substance after midnight.

Chief had been called away for some sort of emergency meeting, involving international toll roads that were causing traffic jams in their solar system. Or was it that seminar on cheep realest on the pleasure planet of Risa? Either way he was gone for the week and had left Hoji in charge, which was probably a good thing…the Chief being gone that is because then he’d have time too cool off after Umeko accidentally left her bottle of Nair laying around and the Chief mistook it for shampoo.

But we digress…

Aside from the random mechanoids attacks and the strange green alien who wanted to destroy Earth simply because it blocked his view of Venus, the week had been relatively peaceful. A quiet week would normally be welcome as the Dekaranger’s were usually rather overwhelmed and quite overworked. But paper work had been left till the last moment and all six were now gathered around the control room, coffee and sweets in the middle of the table to keep them awake and to fend of hunger.

Sleep deprivation however is capable of affecting the strong mind of a Deka as Umeko leaned back in her chair and gave a huge yawn. To her right Jasmine had tossed her paperwork aside after finding the yawn rather contagious and stretched her arms above her head with a soft groan. While Umeko chose that moment to rest her head on the shoulder of a quite flustered, yet pleased, Sen-chan.

"Oii," ever the workaholic Hoji snapped his fingers at his friends and comrades attempting to get their attention "Were not done yet!"

His comment earned him glares and Ban threw a wad of paper which knocked Hoji square in the middle of his forehead "Relax partner, all work and no play makes for a dull Deka."

Crossing his arms over his chest Hoji pouted in his chair and mumbled under his breath for Ban not to call him partner, while Umeko complained to Jasmine about how bored she was. The yellow Deka had shrugged and asked what she was supposed to do about it and Umeko only whimpered and then complained to Sen-chan about how Jasmine was being mean. Even Tetsu, who was often one of the most focused of the group, was pushing his paper work away and concentrating more on selecting his favorite sweets from the center of the table.

That was when someone uttered those dreadful words "Hey Sen-chan, I dare you."

Hoji grimaced as he took a large swallow of his coffee. Black coffee was never his favorite, especially after it had gone as cold as his current cupful had. But he had hopes that the bitter beverage would turn the events of last night into a hazy nightmare that he’d forget by the days end. Sadly his desire would be unfulfilled.

About five cups of coffee and a small handful of chocolates later Hoji had come to the conclusion that not even he was going to escape the mischievous minds of his teammates this evening. He watched as Sen-chan had been forced to sing some children’s song about a Rubber Ducky, three failed attempts by Umeko to stand on her hands in a copy of Sen’s thinking pose, and Jasmine pathetic break dancing.

Though the grumpy Dekablue had to admit that the best dare had been the one Tetsu had given Ban. He wasn’t sure where the younger man had been hiding them, though really he didn’t think he wanted to know, but somehow Tetsu had pulled out a pair of red heels at presented them to his Sempai. The dare? To walk around the room three times without falling down.

Ban had boasted about how easy it would be, even if he was a bit wobbly on his feet and at lest the shoes were in his color. But on his second turn around his foot slipped on some paper and his legs went skidding out from under him causing Ban to land on his bottom. If the image of his friend and partner (though Hoji would never admit it to the other mans face) strutting around in red heels wasn’t enough to make even the moping policeman snicker the sight of Ban, on the floor, holding one of the heels in his hand and pouting while whimpering about a broken heel…. Well, it was a good thing Hoji knew how to control himself otherwise the explosion of laughter was sure to have him committed.

The small smirk Hoji had allowed quickly fell as Ban turned his gaze in his direction with a look that would send shivers down the spine of even the most composed soul.

"Your turn partner!" Ban exclaimed as he pulled off the other shoe and plopped back down in his chair. One finger tapping against his chin he leaned back and stared up at the ceiling "What should you do? What should you do?"

And that was how Hoji had found himself on the phone to Slorpean Faraway and crossing his fingers that the alien girl would ignore the ringing phone. After all it was the crack of dawn and any normal person would. Unfortunately she not only answered, but sounded as if she was bright eyed and busy tailed.

As his friends watched Hoji took a deep breath and attempted not to break the table in half with his clenched fists before replying to the bright chirp of "Hello!" that had bombarded his ear.

"Hey baby," that deep voice of his flowed smoothly over into the phone despite the fact that it’s owner was trying his hardest not to regurgitate all the coffee and chocolate he had previously ingested. "Are you lonely?"

"What? Who is this? Don’t jerk me around creep my boyfriend’s a Deka!"

Rolling his eyes Hoji ignored her but made a mental note to store the comment as retaliation against Ban in the future "I’m so lonely baby, why don’t you come on over and we can have a little fun? I’ve got lots of toys."

Tetsu had to leave the room then or he was about to suffocate from holding in his laughter and poor Umeko was holding her sides while slapping a hand on her lap. This was to good! It was a shame they didn’t have a recorder handy.

If Faraway had been able to reach through the phone and throttle Hoji she probably would have. Instead she cussed him out at the top of her lungs and then slammed the phone shut. His ears still ringing Hoji refused to wince as he put the phone back on the table then quickly left the room, leaving his laughing coworkers behind him. Maybe he’d get lucky and they’d all expire from laughing.

The door to the control room swished open and a yawning Umeko followed by Ban and Sen-chan slipped into the room, one quick look at their faces when they greeted him showed him that they weren’t going to forget the evening’s activities anytime soon.

"Hey partner!" Ban greeted Hoji enthusiastically, way to enthusiastically for someone who’d only gotten five hours of sleep and wrapped an arm around the other mans shoulders “You know if you ever get tired of being in the Special Police I think you might have a career in phone sex!”

Shrugging off the offending arm Hoji stood, shoved his drink at a giggling Umeko then quickly left the room trying hard to push out the sounds of Ban’s attempt to impersonate him. It was going to be a long day.