Random drabbleage.

[estirise]

I looked at the people in my icons, put them in alphabetical order by most common name used, and wrote drabbles. Not very coherent drabbles, mind you, but drabbles, some crossover, some not.


Six random untitled drabbles

Cam
Dustin

"What are you doing?" Cam demanded of his teammate, as said teammate was trying to take a wrench to LionZord.

"Um, like, fixing the zords?" Dustin replied scratching his head at something in the panel. Cam only hoped he could fix what his teammate had done. "But, like, if you wanna do it, I don't mind...."

"Dustin, just go back to the track." Cam crossed his arms, in the vain hope that he would project enough authority to get Dustin out of there.

"Got it, Cam," Dustin said, walking off.

Cam sighed in relief and returned to Zord repair.

Isaka
Kaido

"Get away from there," Isaka snarled. How this *human* had gotten into his labs? He didn't seem like one of Isaka's captive scientists. Besides, Isaka knew them all on sight. Had one of the Category Ace candidates gotten loose?

The scruffy young man continued to ignore him.

"NOW."

"I'm dead. I don't have to do anything." the young man looked at him lazily. "And so are you."

Oh, yes. Tachibana had sealed him, he remembered that now. Why couldn't he remember it before?

"Sealed," he corrected the human. "Unlike you, I cannot die."

"Right. Whatever."

Keitarou
Kiba

Keitarou looked at Kiba, Faiz belt in hand. "Kiba...."

"Yes?" the Orphenoch answered. Keitarou knew that most Orphenochs were bad, except Kiba and friends, but he felt he had to ask.

"What's it like, being Orphenoch?"

Kiba seemed to think. "It's... you feel strong, powerful. Because you can't be hurt, not normally." He paused. "Smart Brain wants us to think we're superior. Born to take over." He paused again. "But in power, our human hearts are lost."

Keitarou didn't know what to say. He settled for a simple "Oh."

Kiba, looking sad and distant, nodded.

Kira
Mutsuki

Kira looked at her family's foreign exchange student, wondering where to start. When she'd imagined a foriegn exchange student, she'd expected someone who at least spoke some English. Or at least more English than "Thank you" and "Hello".

She'd heard he'd been through some difficulty, something that he had supposedly gotten over. She wished she could ask him about it - she didn't know problem students happened in Japan.

Maybe Hayley would know how to ask. Hayley knew *everything*. She opened her phrasebook. "Hayley's de ikimashou!"

Looking confused, he stared at her. She sighed.

Sen-Chan
Shima-san

Sen looked at the wise man with understanding eyes. "I see," he said quietly.

Shima-san smiled. "And what do you see?" he asked gently.

"I see the water. And the rocks." He looked again. If he looked hard enough, he might see the pattern that Shima-san wanted him to see.

"Perhaps if you looked at it another way," Shima-san said.

"Another way?" Sen asked. He knew there was an answer, and Shima-san was right. He had to look at it another way. But how?

All at once, he realized what Shima-san meant, and looked again.

Todoroki
Trent

Trent wondered how he got himself into these kinds of situations.

All he'd wanted was to draw, and when his father had come to Tokyo to broker a deal, he'd taken the chance to camp out, get away from it all.

It figured he'd come up against creepy-looking human-sized monsters and a big hulking thing. Just his bad luck.

A sound to one side made him jump as a young man thrust an electronic guitar into the ground.

"Hashite!" the young man yelled briefly, before facing the monster. He guessed that meant "run".

He ran.

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