Seed of Dreams, Root of Evil!

Paring: Professor James Moliarty (OC)/Bushroot.

Type: romance/general.

Number of Chapters: 4. (This is Ch.1)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, nor do I own any words or phrases connected with the opening of the TV show 'Mahou Sentai Magiranger (Magic Team Magical Ranger)' or the characters from that or any other show who will be mentioned briefly in this story. I do own Kanem Rider Emerald, the concept and most of the character of I.P, and Moliarty.

It was raining; the clouds were gathered high over the buildings. Miscellanies bolts of lightning flashed through the sky as people walked or ran through water which was falling from overhead. One of these individuals was a three and a half foot tall figure whose face and body hidden by a fedora and trench coat.

The figure whose arms were in the pockets of the trench coat looked up at this time for a moment and revealed his face. It was an unusual sight, even for the world populated by races and species of humanoid animals as well as humans.

He's species lived below the surface, although it was thought by many that they had gone underground because of some unknown disaster millions of years ago and had stayed the there ever since, besides this was the fact that these guys seem to twinkle with joy curiosity and contentment.

The latter as we shall soon see is not so… In any case the Mole-e-in signed, he'd had had a long war life and even though the feeling of water 'drop by drop' coming down upon him made him sad. He wasn't going to live a little rain stop him.

So with that thought in mind he trudged along, his brown shoes stepping in and splashing puddles every now and then… occasionally getting his light brown khaki pants wet.

Looking around the now know is that he was nearing the end of their rich and or off part of town and was heading into what was called 'the Urban-poverty Danger Zone.' It was cold is because despite improvements made to four or been communities around the world there was still an great element of danger on entering this particular area of St. Canard.

However he was more experience with this area and less likely to be mugged for attack that most people, this was because his reputation as a criminal mastermind made him a celebrity in the eyes of criminals both here and around the world.

It looked around him again as the bright street signs diminished and the hustle and bustle of the populace started to decrease slightly, more shops would now becoming less well kept and the streets more cracked.

He kept up the pace of his walking and gazed ahead with self-assurance and calmness.

Suddenly he turned his attention to an alleyway as screams of pain and repeated use of the words "ouch, ow, eek, and HELP" were heard.

The former God of Crime ran towards the voice as it continued to scream in tortured pain.