Dear random person who pretended to be me and insulted Monday1113, you need to stop being such a jerk. Don't lie. Don't pretend to be me. I'm watching all my favorites now. By the way, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! D:

Zane's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't watch this happen to Gale, not now or ever! He runs out of cover to gather Gale, and hide her from the avalanche. The snow slide slams into Zane, and he catches Gale, keeping her out of the full brunt of the snow. Were they going to be smooshed? Zane lets out a burst of energy, and the snow goes over and around them in a dome.

"This... What's going on? Why aren't we dead? Not that I'm complaining." She demands.

Zane doesn't answer her, all his energy focused into a barrier. It was beginning to crack, but Gale's voice held him strong, and he felt calmed, almost empowered, by her presence. When the snow stops rushing around them, Zane drops the barrier.

Gale stares, before yelling, "ZANE!"

The white ninja topples to the ground, exhausted by his overuse of his power. He didn't have any strength left in his body, and shut down after Gale rushes, holding him in her arms.

She began to whisper, "Wake up... Please?

"...Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye, we caught onto something. I hold onto the night, you looked me in the eye and told me you. Loved. Me."

Zane slips from consciousness into a dream-filled sleep. He had to relive his first time with Gale where they had time to talk.


Zane paused as he glanced back at the reporter, Gale Gossip. She was stunning with her hair in it's natural curly bounce. It was a little unkempt, and her makeup wasn't on. She was so close, it was scary how she was there long before he had seen her, but that was alright.

"Hey, ninja! The... The white one!" She called. Zane whips to meet her.

Zane asks, "Did you need something?"

"Uh..." She stared blankly, and left her jaw agape. She finally asks, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

Zane smiles, and says, "Sure. Guys, head home without me, please."

The guys glance at each other, nodding before departing from view. They were gone within seconds.

"So... You were pretty brave, going in after those girls. Poor dears were probably scared." Gale tells Zane, unbuttoning her shirt a touch, then smoothing her hair when he looked away.

Zane asks, "Did you think so? Truly?" The praise excited him!


Zane woke up in a small cabin, Gale sitting beside him with a warm rag on his forehead. It was wet. He kept his eyes closed, and heard an older man, Jackson, ask, "What's up between you and the ninja...?"

Gale sighs. It was like hearing the calm trickle of a river, soothing and pleasurable. Her voice murmurs, "I kind of... I have a thing for him."

Zane's eyes fluttered open, and he takes in a huge gasp of air. He felt like he'd been taken out of a grave, into the purest oxygen, or like he'd been dead. He probably had been dead a few minutes ago.

Zane yells, "YOU WHAT?!"

The falcon sat upon the windowsill, cawing in a humored manner.

Gale whispers, "Err..."