Fortune | A NINJAGO AU

Chapter 4: Makeup

KAI'S POV

So far, I'm not exactly loving the fancy life. I expected to be able to sleep for a whole day with all my money problems out of the way, but apparently my schedule is jam-packed. I rub the dark circles under my eyes (a product of getting less than three hours of sleep) and groan. 

How do they expect me to be my amazing self when I'm about to fall asleep on the floor?

The white shirt they gave me to wear is stiff with starch. It crackles with every move I make and restricts my movements. I couldn't figure out how to tie a tie, so I just slung the shiny red strip of fabric over my shoulder and made a mental note to worry about it later. 

Someone outside rattles the doorknob, and I know who it is.

"Coming," I say, shrugging on a dark red blazer. I manage to waddle my way to the door in stiff black pants, the fear of my pant legs busting open increasing with every step.

As soon as I unlock the door, Nya bolts inside my room in a blur of red.

"Lock the door," she hisses urgently before smoothing out her dress, which had wrinkled up in her haste.

I push the door closed and lock it. I glance over her outfit and frown. A dark blue oversized blazer somewhat covers the top half of a long red dress that stops below her knees. Her feet are bare.

"Where are your shoes?" I ask, tapping my shiny black loafers against the carpeted floor.

Nya shrugs. "High heels are hard to run in."

"So you kicked them off?" I snicker.

"It felt like my feet were being stabbed. And besides, I kept tripping." Nya rubs the soles of her feet.

"What were you running from?" I raise an eyebrow. 

Nya shudders. "Makeup artists."

I barely keep myself from doubling over in laughter. Nya glares at me and pouts.

"It's not funny!"

"Um, yes it is," I point out, still grinning. I take a good look at her. Her face is red from running, her hair is matted, and her eyebags are way worse than mine. "And you kinda need a makeover right now.

Nya huffs, crossing her arms. The sleeves of the dark blue blazer tug up on the rest of it. 

Come to think of it, there's no way that blazer is hers. The people with needles and shiny cloth measured me meticulously to make sure things would fit. How in the world could they mess up so badly as to give Nya a blazer that's at least two sizes too big? Not to mention the dark blue blazer on top of the red dress just looks tacky.

"Who's blazer is that?" I blurt out, narrowing my eyes. "And don't say it's yours. I'm not dumb."

"It's, uh, Jay's," Nya says nervously, picking at the threading of the blazer. "The dress had a keyhole neckline that made me a little uncomfortable. Jay was just being nice and, before you say anything, it was a totally platonic interaction so you can't be mad at him."

"You're rambling," I sigh, not having understood any of what she said. "And who is Jay?"

"Zaptrap."

I recoil. "Oh, gross."

Nya seems offended. "You haven't even met him!"

"What kind of a name is Jay? Do you know his last name?" I knit my brow.

"No! Why would I know that?" Nya stares at me in disbelief.

Someone outside raps their knuckles against the door. "Mr. Smith? If you are ready, there is breakfast downstairs."