The Little One AU《Ninjago》

Chapter 11.

They had not found it. He failed. He disappointed him. He has been blinded by rage and fear that he would abandon him as he died trying to show that he was wrong. Wrong only himself. Caught in a cave where the exit was blocked by rocks. Slowly, he began to choke. The air had become dry, smoky, unbreathable after a while. He was desperately trying not to die, just his neck without water and now meeting with heavy air. On an empty stomach, they hadn't eaten in days. His body was fragile for a long time, one point less for survival, but one point more for death. His oxygen-deficient mind had begun to ache, to be beaten. Tears welled up, rolling down on the cheeks, sad and sorry that they had accepted this path. If he listened.. but fear can do a lot to a person, especially a child.

He took himself into a hug, crying, eyes closing and their souls sad. Don't fight, because he won't win. He will lose every time. He apologize a thousand times in his mind, which was still alive, and his soul almost dead. He was sorry. But the deed had already been done. With one last breath of dry air, his eyes closed and his body gave way. The heart stopped and the soul flew.

"I wonder why I was given another chance..."

The wounds he possessed now made sense. He remembered. He had made a big mistake. He hates himself for it. Feeling guilty. He was dead. Was he.. dead?

"Am I alive..? Or am I still sleeping?"

He didn't, and he hadn't received an answer. He was alone again. He really believed that Wu- ..his father, will stay with him until he wakes up, but maybe he is not even awake yet and everything is still a bad dream. However, he got out of bed. A feeling of discomfort caught the little one, wishing he hadn't gotten out of bed. Stepping out of the bedroom with that discomfort. The door slammed shut, forcing him to cover his ears. He waited until the echo stopped, but was left with a sharp sound. Green eyes of the forest looked at the hall, which had lengthened and crowded.. suffocating...

"Som... Someone?..."

Silence of the grave. How fear had entered him. With each step, he felt himself sinking into the water. The water as it rises, being small, will drown. He begun to run to the door of the infinite hall, long.. crowded and full..full of water. He saw it. He was fooling it. Cold. Unfriendly. A lot, it was still rising, reaching to the waist, rising quickly, green...

"How..how did all this water come in?! Someone?!"

The little one was frightened, breathing hard. It was hard for him to step in front, the door still so far away, the water now at his shoulders. Tears forming in the corner of the eyes. Water at the throat now.

"No..I don't want to die! Please..!"

His scream was heard, his foot caught, pulling it down into the cold water. Immersing herself in it, water seeping into the fragile body, he panicked. Desperately trying to swim to the surface, but.. the little one didn't know how to swim. And his hands felt heavy, pulled down to sink, his gaze became a blur, echoes to hear, heart to stop again.

"Stop!"

Morro screamed in tears and fear. Eyes on the bedroom ceiling. The body felt like it was in bed. And yet, his pulse had not dropped, as the mad heartbeat. Trembling hands touched the place where his heart was, feeling the beat of his own life. He was alive.

"I'm alive... I'm alive..."

The weeping had intensified. He was confused as to why. Maybe even a good reason. Confused what he had dreamed of dying twice. Maybe he's still in a dream?

He felt lost.

Hours had passed.

Morro had not went back to bed. He was afraid. He was afraid he would remember much more or that this was another dream. Hours when someone thought it was time to pay the little one a visit. The little one had heard a knock on the door. He looked at it anxiously.

'Maybe... maybe i-it's.. it's there's someone bad behind it...'

No positive thought had crossed his mind as he saw the door open. The blood froze in him, hardened. Sun-blond hair with emerald-like green eyes.

'... Lloyd...'

"Morro, why didn't you say anything?"

He wasn't upset or anything, just curious. Lloyd sat down next to the tiny boy, who was looking at him in horror.

"Morro, are you okay?"

He only received eyes looking down.

"Morro?"

"I-is this a bad dream, too?"

The blonde looks at the brunette. Hands trembling, head down, face pale with signs of a recent cry. Nightmare and anxiety.

"Would you like a hug?"

"How it would help me...?"

"Feel appreciated, loved, safe. To calm down. Many things."

Morro hadn't made a move before he thought about it, resulting him trembling in Lloyd's arms.

"Was that a bad dream?.."

The little one approves.

"The first...the first was-was that I had died in a... in a cave... The-the second one was.. it was full of water... something pulling me into it.. and- and... I was de..de.. was dead..."

Lloyd himself was trying to stay calm. Those two incident.

"It was just a dream, Morro. It wasn't real."

"Because that's how I died... Right?"

The question had made them quiet, only the breath and the heartbeat ringing. Morro frowned, immediately in tears.

"This is true!?"

"Morro- "

"So it is! I-I was dead! I'm dead!"

"Morro, calm down. You don't have to pack. Just listen to me."

"I'm dead...!" Tears were running down the cheeks. "I died twice. Why am I still here?!"

Lloyd had a tear as he looked at his cousin like that. He himself did not know why.

"No...I do not know."

"Does anyone know!?"

"No..."

Morro left Lloyd's arm, now on the other side of the bed. He was not feeling well. He felt sick.

"I want to go..."