Who could Forget?

Author Note: It may not be as good as Gokaiger, demo…I do like Go-Busters! I really do! :D

It's writin' time!

Yoko sat alone on the top of a crane, swinging her feet. Right now she was supposed to be looking for Enetron leaks, but she got tired and decided to take a little break. After all, Ryugi was older and had more endurance than her.

He could handle it on his own for a little while, at least.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Hiromu's voice inquired from behind her, and she rolled her eyes a bit.

"You've barely done anything," she replied sharply, popping a sweet into her mouth, "why don't you work?"

"Clever," he sat down beside her, "I know something's on your mind."

Straightforward and unimpathtiec, she thought, focusing on the rush of power and energy the sugary snack gave her instead of answering.

His eyes shifted into an annoyed, confused glare. Why wasn't she responding to him?

"Yoko-chan..." she finally responded by the nickname.

"Only Ryugi can call me that," she snipped, boosting herself to her feet easily and taking out her tools, "my break is over. Maybe you should go learn how to do this yourself."

"Yoko..." he reached out to grasp her hand, "do you remember me?" Not that it mattered, but...

She felt her face heat up but not blush. This was the way he'd held her hand that night thirteen years ago...it made her feel safer somehow. And yet, she didn't want him to know about those feelings.

"Who could forget?" and then she turned away, leaving him to ponder over his own current feelings for her.

Author Note: Yeah, I know it was real short. But it was my first time writing for this fandom, so...yeah. :P Review! :D