Story [Power Rangers Super Samurai] Setting Fire to the Rain

Setting Fire to the Rain
Author: smuggler_vola (known as Epic Duck on fanfiction.net)
Characters: Jayden, OC
Summary: .Live, laugh, love. Forgive and forget. Easier said than done, especially after what he did.
Note: Partially AU.

Dodge, parry, swing, kick, punch. Jayden was fast as lightning, a blur of motion. Time seemed to slow down, every step, every move, every strike, was met with a clash of the sword and a strike in return. In his mind he knew it was just practice, but in his heart it was real. He had the heart of a warrior, and the soul of a samurai.

Mind and body worked in unison, telling the leader and his second in command which move to make, when to make it, and how to anticipate the other's next attack.

Kevin was in the zone, focused on nothing more than his opponent, as a Samurai should always be, in battle and practice alike. He raised his sword to block a blow to his chest, but it didn't come. It slammed into his knees instead, next thing he knows he's flat on his back staring up at the sky.

Panting heavily, Kevin took the hand offered to him and Jayden pulled him off the hard ground he had been laying on.

"You two have been training for hours. You need a break," the Yellow Ranger said from the doorway with a small smile.

"We were just watching TV, if you guys wanted to join us," Mia said, appearing right by Emily's side.

Kevin nodded and set his weapon down, with Jayden following the three of them into the house silently. He always seemed to be lost in his thoughts, secluded in his mind from the outside world.

"Hey, Earth to Jayden!"

At the sound of Mike's voice yelling in his ear, Jayden snapped out of it and came back to reality.

"What, Mike?" there was some irritation evident in his voice.

"Nothing. I just bet Antonio five bucks I could bring you out of your thoughts," Mike smirked, holding out his hand for the money the Gold Ranger owed him.

A wrestling match ensued, forcing the others to break them up before they broke something.

As Antonio was pulling himself up off the floor, something caught his eye.

There was a small glass table in the corner of the room. It wasn't the table that caught his attention, it was what was on it.

On the table was a small picture frame. He carefully picked it up, as it could be very fragile. There was a photo of a man in a red shirt with his arm around a woman who must have been his wife, she had a wedding ring visible on her finger to confirm his theory.

In the man's other arm was a small child, a boy that couldn't have been more than a year old. He had sandy blonde hair and a big grin upon his face.

He set the old photo down and raced out of the room to find the others.

In the back of the picture, behind everyone, sat a figure. He was almost a shadow, sitting in the background with a scowl plastered on his young face. No one noticed, not his mother, his father, or even his 'precious' baby brother. But they would notice, they would care, he would make sure of it.

If only they knew the trouble that was to come, for it was only days after it was taken that their lives changed forever.​