Wisps: Recollection (Ninjago X Reader)

13. The Titanium Ninja

The tea lounge, an innocent place for a little get-together. Why Wu wants a meeting when the rocket ship lands in less than thirty minutes is beyond you. But you digress, it was up to you to prepare the tea since Borg scrapped a majority of the robots in an event the Overlord attempts chaos again.

There was a wall of many-hued boxes with labels for each tea. Nature's perfume is ever prevalent in this small room, namely the smell of Earth or the many flowers that bloomed around Earth's head like hair ornaments. Zest of citrus and the warmth of sandalwood worked well to feel any sort of comfort and calm.

Your eyes eventually zeroed in on the green section, spotting the basic green tea. Better to choose something familiar. The pot you placed came to a full rolling boil and you dipped the bags in it. Most of the tea you've drunk (which isn't much) came from restaurants, and you think most teas have to boil. Shrill squeaks tread down the hall, in need of oil for their wheels. You don't turn around, it doesn't take a brain cell to know who it is.

"Hi Mr. Borg, do you need something?"

"If it isn't too much trouble, could you give me a cup of water please?"

Silently you nod, snatching a glass from the cabinet and hovering it under the water dispenser's tap. You hand it to him and he needs a moment to rub the dark circles under his eyes before taking a sip.

"Are you sure this whole thing will pan out?" Hisses escape the liquid as you pour it into two porcelain teacups, steam rising, a scent of smoke.

"Of course, we have the advantage here." He brought his glasses up to the light, leering at a blemish. "What are you worried about? The water? I can burst those fire hydrants quite easily with control of the suppl-"

"It just seems too easy."

Certainly, the world does like playing its little jokes, perhaps you've grown to expect them.

"Setting up and getting clearance was far from easy, even the Emperor of Ninjago pressed to hear about this dilemma." He ran a hand through his unkempt, greasy hair, breathing through his nose. "Last time he did that was two years ago and when he comes out of hiding it's serious. We have this, having doubts will doom us. We need to take risks, and I've taken many to get here."

His brown eyes peer through you.

"Like with me? Was I a risk?"

His mouth is thin, an exhale slipping past them.

"You still are. Do not make me regret ever clearing your record." He placed his glasses back on. That hushed you, yet your face spoke volumes, glowering at him. "I apologize. I guess I was a bit intense there, I know you are a chang-"

"I'll see you later Borg."

Not another word was spoken, as he squeaks away in his wheelchair, its noise grating. You only throw the hot tea bags when the door is closed.

A whiff of the tea and it smells slightly seared.

"Crap, I burnt it."

You had to check, placing the toasty porcelain cup to your lips.

The door thundered open, causing you to drop the teacup to the floor in alarm. A puddle of green tea and broken porcelain is at your feet.

'He's a little early.'

You ploddingly meet the fuming elder.

He expressed your name with such venom he could be a Venomari. Not one to make a bad first appearance - especially with an old man who appeared so fragile - you fished out a roll of paper towels.