Power Rangers Ninja Storm : Storm Again

Trouble's Brewing Part 2

Here's the next chap. The story's just building up. Soon you'll see more couple moments as the story progresses. Just hang on.

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Shane glances at Tori's back as she slowly makes her way out of the Ninja Ops. He knows she's worried. But he's also sure, she will be okay. Plus, she's got Blake by her side. He turns to focus on his friend in yellow instead-

"So, Dusty, you didn't tell me what brought you here. You were supposed to be at Storm Chargers. This was the race you were looking forward to-"

"Yeah. Right, man. But... I couldn't focus. And I already told you, I wasn't in that race to win. I usually just do it for fun. Today, well, I just.. uh.. ran into somebody I didn't want to meet and just had to use an escape pod to get back here," Dustin answers him and looks away.

Shane just sighs. At least, that explains something. But then those uncharacteristic pauses in between almost made him frown, before he could question the ex-yellow ranger about the same, the very same question came his way.

"Are you sure you okay, mate?" asks Dustin, "I mean, you look beat."

Shane grins, putting up a perfect display of his teeth.

"I sure am. All I will need is some rest and rejuvenation in my room and I'll be good as new."

Dustin smiles back nodding, "I'll be heading to Kelly's then. And if you need me, I'm just a beep away."

Shane claps him on the shoulder, hugging him briefly, "sure thing. See you later then, Dusty."

"Don't hang around by yourself for too long, man. It's peaceful here but sometimes it gets a little lonely. Drop by Kelly's for a bit if you can. Okay?"

Shane gives him a nod and Dustin walks away.

Alone again, Shane can't help but wonder how long the peace will last.

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Many minutes later, Shane is in his room, or to be put precisely, in the quarters he is allocated when he became a teacher. It's a small, cozy room but well furnished in a traditional way. The sliding door is made of bamboo and the window at the rear giving a view of the woods is a bonus. Pulling up the screen, he gazes at the scenery before his eyes. That's when there's a knock and he hears the door slide open.

"Feeling better?"

Cam inquires stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

"You know what they say- a cold shower does wonders. And doing laundry- I do love the smell of my new detergent. My thoughts now are more collected. So, yeah, I'm feeling relaxed and may be a little err- hungry?"

Cam laughs hearing Shane's long, cheerful answer.

"Well, glad you're back in your spirits," he says.

"I'm fine, Cam."

Shane assures him. But Cam just gets to the point.

"So what was it that you couldn't spill it before those guys?"

Shane cocks an eyebrow at him, "What? You think you smell something fishy?"

"I can pretty much, every single time."

Cam smiles. Shane shakes his head a little before deciding to answer him. Grabbing a towel, he ruffles his slightly wet hair. Collapsing onto his bed, he opens his mouth to speak. Just what should he say though?