☯︎ 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 ☯︎

unlucky night

small "Fluff" random oneshot to change a bit with the usual sad stories I'm writing 👍

small choked whiners came out under those blue blankets

he had gone to bed earlier than expected that night, finding himself tired after so much training, and especially after stopping an insignificant "robbery", desperately given as a robbery..

it had been months now, that after the battle with the oni, the ninja were looking for various missions, in search of adventures, along with that pinch of fun pouring all their problems through punches to the bad guys

but this did not come. only calls for help to remove cats from the trees.. or to discover strange turns, but which then turn out to be null and not at all dangerous

but in a way, it was good for him. he could rest that hour, maybe playing or fixing/creating something, all this when and how much he wanted

and then the relationship with Nya was more than great, especially after he asked her to become his Yang. the best choice he's ever made

but..

on that night..

there was something different about those usual quiet nights, where only the slight snoring of him was barely heard from outside his blankets

tears snapped out his narrow eyes, and his chest lifted agitatedly

his sweating was strangely high, making his skin shiny. his hair attached to his forehead, and his face maintained a continuous frown of anxiety and fear

suddenly, those narrow eyes became wide open. and in a flash, he finds himself sitting on his bed, with heavy blankets on top of him, that seemed like it holding him back

his eyes snappy, looking everywhere in the room without light, and as his heavy breathing became, albeit slowly, less and less noticeable, but constantly distressing

he crossed his legs under the blue duvet, elbows above his knees, and with his hands held his desperate face, thus drying away even the tears and sweat on his forehead

he pulls his hair back as a last gesture, already knowing that in the morning he should have taken a shower, and gets up from the bed.. he didn't know why he got up, but he simply had to

so he finds himself outside his room, headed at this point to the kitchen, feeling his throat annoyingly burn

the walk from the room to the kitchen was strange.. he looked everywhere with wide eyes, also trying to see in the dark, without making any kind of sound to wake someone up

noticing how dark even beyond the windows it was, spontaneously, he was reminded of the desire to know what time it was

so he looked for the clock in the kitchen, and squeezing his eyes, he finally managed to figure out the numbers

03:05

this time would always upset his stomach... he woke up at this hour only when he had-

he is half blown up, having to put a hand in his mouth so as not to leave the scream out

a drop of water from the sink had resounded so much in his eardrums, above that disturbing silence, and frightened almost to death

he approaches curiously, also taking advantage to turn on the light of the kitchen hood, and has looked at the faucet for some possible bolt not set well, or anything that could be to distract him from the things that were spinning in his head like a washing machine

not seeing anything strange or abnormal, he opened the shelf above his head, and took a glass, then brought it under the tap, filling it with fresh water. that in a way it send shivers down Jay's back as the water brushed his fingers... or maybe that sudden and brutally familiar breath around his neck were the cause of the chills