Rewind the Past (Futureshipping)

Chapter 1

It was still hard to believe it, but...they had won!
They were the winners! No one else, just them. Even without their powers, pulsing through their veins, they were the rulers!
Then...why was he feeling so...weird? Like...like he wasn't happy. Why?! They have dreamt of it since the time they were...kids! That feeling wouldn't leave him alone. Like a huge, dark, shadow, that followed him everywhere, floating around him. It was getting on his nerves, everyday more and more!
And everyday he wondered why. They had beaten the ninjas, their master and everybody else. That was their dream or...he didn't know anymore.
Everyday he would wake up, look outside, on the "once New Ninjago city" and he kinda missed it. He missed all the incredible sight, the technology had gave him, for a short time.
Now it was just...back to its ancient majesty.
No more cars, lap tops, Borg Watches, Televisions, mobile phones, music and else.
Basically, no more technology. Which meant, the Nindroid, Zane was...dead? Or something like that. It was weird to think and his stomach always had a twitch at the thought. But he got used, after a while. But something he couldn't get used to, was how would Cyrus Borg live the situation? Wait! Why was he thinking about him? He wasn't worried about the inventor, just...curious. Right? Or was he more? He couldn't think of anybody else, for almost most of the day.

He had to admit it was almost...a dream. But that kind of dream you don't want to wake up.
The sun wasn't hidden by the silohuette of the city, a big, grey giant.
He was always awake by a warm, gold caress, from the star.
And that day wasn't different.
Acronix rolled on his side, facing the cream coloured wall, to avoid the sun's rays to hit his face as always. It's not that he didn' like it, but he was the same, lazy boy. Besides, he was too comfortable, wrapped in his blankets, his hair were a mess, on the pillow. The hair band, was abandoned on the bedside table. Since they were back to the old times, it was so much easier to sleep, since there were no cars, or other kind of veichles, or alarms or...anything noisy and "useless", as Krux always said.
Speaking of him. If Acronix was sleeping, in the warm hug of his bed, the oldest twin rushed in his room, causing the door to slam against the  wall. But despite all the noise, the long haired twin, didn't move at all. "Acronix, wake up! C'mon, I need your help!" He grabbed Acronix's shoulder, shaking him roughly. The youngest moaned and, finally, decided to pay attention to Krux. He rolled on his back and rubbed his eyes. "What do you want..?" He huffed, yawning. Krux sighed and opened the courtains, blinding his twin. "AH, Krux!" The sun reflected on Krux's black hair; he was, somehow, back to his young ages, while travveling back in time. He scratched the back of his head, while turning to Acronix, back again. "Cron, c'mon! Wake up!" The youngest rolled his copper eyes, but obeyed. He threw the blanket to the side and jumped up. His black hair fell on his shoulders, chest and face. He tied them, in a man bun and stretched. Krux was looking at him, arms crossed, leaning against the door. The scars on his twin's body were slowly fading away, except for one or two. One on his shoulder and the other right on his chest. They were purple, on the olive skin. "Can you, for God sake, get dress!? We have to work!" Krux snarled, exasperated. His "hermano" was almost naked, except for the white shorts he always used to sleep. "Yea, yea. -Acronix said, turning his back to Krux. -But you really have to chill, you know? we won! We rule over this city!" He wore his classic red outfit, black boots and wore the armour. "Are you happy, now?" He asked, opening his arms, facing his brother. Krux shook his head and headed outside the room. "Fuck off..." He muttered, causing the youngest to chuckle. He was back at his young age, but he was old inside. Acronix always reminded it to him and he hated him for it.

Acronix followed Krux to the first floor. On the table there were two bowls. An empty one. The other was filled with white rice. Acronix grabbed the bowl and dropped on the nearest chair, crossing his legs on the table. Krux cringed and clenched his fists. "Do you mind?" He hissed, fighting back the impulse to throw something at him. Acronix sighed, annoyed, but obeyed. He didn't want to start a fight with his brother so early in the morning. He ate in silence, while the thought of Borg popped in his mind back again. His expression turned...indescribable.
Where was he?
Was he okay?
Was he...alive?
A cold shiver ran down his back. "Are you okay?" Krux's voice snapped him back to the reality. He almost dropped the bowl on the floor. He was chewing the rice, with his mouth opened. Krux, in a normal situation, would have thought it was disgusting, but Acronix's expression gave him something else to think about.
He sat in front of him. "Are you okay, Acronix?" He asked, again. "Y...Yes." He lied. Well, it was a half lie. He wasn't feeling bad but...he wasn't feeling good either. "What are you thinking of?" Krux tilted his head to the side, waiting for an answer. "I...I was thinking...- The youngest twin placed the bowl back on the table. -What...what if this is not the...the right thing to do? What if..." He was cutted by the homicide glare Krux was giving him. He swallowed and looked away. "It is the right thing to do! We have talk about that! We don't need that stupid technology, in our life!"

"I-I know, it's not that..."
"So what?! Where is the problem!?"

Krux jumped up, hitting the table with a punch. Acronix shook. It was the only thing he hated of him; when he was angry. Not upset. REALLY angry. His eyes widened, furious! His face was red, the heart was pumping the blood to his head and a vein was pulsing on the temple.
"I-I'm sorry..." Acronix quickly said, tangling his fingers together, praying that Krux wouldn't explode in his classic moment of hatred. Sadly, it didn't go as he had wished; Krux grabbed him from the lapels, rising him from the chair and pinning him to the wall. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME, ACRONIX?! AH! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING, WITH YOUR SENTIMENTS!?"
Krux growled, spitting saliva everywhere. He grinded his theet. "I've said that I'm sorry!" He could feel the warm breath on his skin, which was a really creepy sensation. Krux punched the wall near his head. The youngest shirted his eyes, scared to be hit. "You better be!" He hissed, before letting him go. Acronix fell on the floor, groaning, for the impact. He stood back up again, massaging his neck. Krux's strong grip had left a red sign.
He rose his eyes on his twin. Krux was holding his head in his hands. "K...Krux..?" Acronix helped him sit down. "My...head..." The oldest complained. He then looked at Acronix. "I'm sorry I rose my hands on you. I really don't know whats happening to me..." The youngest brought a cup and went outside. He walked along the small path, in front of their Head Quarter. He reached a small stream and knelt on the soft grass. A bird flew around him and landed on a near rock.
"Hey small one." Acronix said, with a smile. He leant forward and filled the cup.
The cold water spilled on his boots, while he was heading back, to his twin. Krux grabbed the cup his twins was passing him. "How do you feel?" He asked, sitting back in front of him. He waited, until the oldest had finished drinking. Krux breathed heavily and closed his eyes. "I'm...okay, I guess." He smiled at the youngest. Acronix smiled shyly and sighed in relief. "What were you thinking of?" The youngest asked, smiling brightly. That question turned a lamp of excitement in Krux's heart. "I'm glad you're asking.- He said, clapping his hands once. -We need to be sure of our power!" He exclaimed. He sounded excited, like a child in a Candy Shop.
"What do you mean? We have all the power we need! We are ruling over this city, like we always deserved! What..?"
Krux rose a hand to stop him. "I know what you're saying. I understand. But we need to be sure!"

Acronix looked at him, confused, while Krux stood up and passed him a katana. "I don't want the ninja to screw our plans, this time as well!" He said. His voice wasn't excited or happy. It was the voice of a demon! An unhuman, soprannatural voice! He scared the youngest twin. It was the first time his twin "used" that voice.
The Ninja.
Again.
He looked at the weapon he was holding, for a few moments. The he looked up at Krux. A red reflex shined in Krux's copper eyes, while a grin spreaded on his face.

I hope you like it and
SilverDraconequus thank you for the amazing idea you gave me! Thank you for letting me use it and again thanks for your help! :3